Quotes About Mystery

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I'm told they buried they body with the garter belt still on.

Religion. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.

Redemption, n. Deliverance of sinners from the penalty of their sin through their murder of the deity against whom they sinned. The doctrine of Redemption is the fundamental mystery of our holy religions, and whoso believeth in it shall not perish, but have everlasting life in which to try to understand it.

Religion, n. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.

God created the uncertainty for perfection.

A child is a deep mystery. It has a life of its own, which it reveals to no one unless it meets with sympathy. Snub its first halting confidences concerning the inner life, or laugh at them, or be cross or indifferent, and you close the door against yourself forever.

Somewhere between poetry and science, somewhere between heaven and earth, clairaudience is born. Clairaudience is the sweetest mystery any human being could ever experience. Fortunately, it is the most contagious, too. Most, if not all, of my students walk away with some level of clairaudience after spending three hours in one of my workshops.

Earth, air, water, fire, In a circle we conspire, To make ourselves dumb so we might see, Across the veil to summon thee. As we are, so you once were. As you are, so we shall be. So may it be, So may it be, So may it be.

Man never knows what he wants; he aspires to penetrate mysteries and as soon as he has, he wants to reestablish them. Ignorance irritates him and knowledge cloys.

In my prayers, I want to say: Lord, don't be far from me, and also don't come too close. Let me contemplate the stars on the texture of your cloth, but don't unveil your face to me. Allow me to hear the rivers that you send running, but Lord! Lord! Don't allow me hearing your voice

Tu demandes d'où vient notre souffle de vie. S'il fallait résumer une trop longue histoire, Je dirais qu'il surgit du fond de l'océan, Puis soudain l'océan l'engloutit à nouveau. Omar Khayyam

Bu muskan?n gizli güçler ta??d???na hiç mi hiç inanmad?m, fakat insan yazg? kar??s?nda öylesine güçsüz ki böyle gizemli nesnelere ilgi duymaktan kendini alam?yor. Beni böylesine güçsüz yaratm?? ulu tanr?m, bir gün beni güçsüzlüÄŸümden kurtaracak m??

Ne diyebilirim ki sana, varl???n s?rlar? sakl? senden, benden; bir düÄŸüm ki ne sen çözebilirsin, ne ben. Bizimki perde arkas?nda dedikodu; bir indi mi perde, ne sen kal?rs?n, ne ben?

Do you know what fascinates me about science? It is that I have found the supreme poetry: the intoxicating giddiness of numbers in mathematics and the mysterious murmur of the universe in astronomy.

At the bottom of the Atlantic there is a book.

Lamia, Lamia, comment pourrais-tu cacher ta beauté ?

In the dense darkness there was a disorderly rustle of silk and a whiff of perfume. Omar held his breath, his body was aroused. He could not help asking with the naïveté of a schoolboy: 'Are you still wearing your veil?' 'The only veil I am wearing is the night.

For a long time, as I waited for her to return, I believed she knew I was there behind the trees and that this was my doing. That she knew I would come. For who else could it have been?

Life is a mystery- mystery of beauty, bliss and divinity. Meditation is the art of unfolding that mystery.

Nobody knows, nobody can ever know, not even in memory, because there are moments in time that are not knowable.

I adore a God who is beyond words yet contained in the word Jesus.

Theology at its best doesn't seek to solve, but to behold.

Jesus always existed. At the same time Jesus was begotten (made human). This is the perplexing and elusive mystic core of Christian faith.