Quotes About Mystery

God is mystery, surpassing the senses and all knowledge, and yet God is at the core of our being.

the Old West, mysterious, serious, with great beauty at every vista and terrible things happening whenever any people appeared.)

I wish I had known that secrets get stronger over time.

When you woke up, for a moment you thought you were the moon.

I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even though my decision was already made. "You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely.

Malcolm chuckled wickedly. "You, my American friend, are like a hidden landmine of sex appeal. I'm going to have to look out for you." "Too late." Owen raised his face to the unfamiliar smells, breezes, sounds of the city, enjoying them even more now that he knew something of it and it had become personal to him. "I've already exploded. You're caught." He tilted his head back and laughed, inviting Malcolm to share the joke, but Malcolm was unusually quiet.....

What the hell is that?" The drill sergeant almost mumbled to himself. "I've never seen that piece of metal before in my life….

Every night at eight o'clock my parents quietly retired, either to the den or the bedroom, where they would work or read or hang upside down like bats for all I ever knew about them. But not Mr.

I gazed at him, silhouetted in the moonlight from the window - feeling soft inside, when I never felt soft, and worshipful, when I thought the gods had died.

It's a mystery. It's like all babies. It's a mystery, and all we can do is pray.

Cheever bit his lip. God, if nothing else, he was getting an education as to what made Mackey James Sanders such an undeniable force in the universe.

It's dark, spooky, and I LOVE it!

Witch-heart, are you gold or black?

Poof! It's magic!

When I was younger," she said slowly, "I always hoped you were hiding some horrid secret. You were too nice." She sniffed. "You have no idea how annoying it is that your horrid secret is a heart complaint, and not, for instance, a double murder committed by moonlight.

Perhaps it makes sense that a creature that doesn't get ill and has few enemies among its neighbors would also live agelessly and die without explanation or cause--would simply vanish without a trace.

I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination, I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they came from.

All we know about economics is that we do not know something

Love is unexplainable

Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore.

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he does not wish to sign his work.