Quotes About Mystery

Well, you heard what Moiraine said. It's as if some dead man was speaking with my mouth. I don't like it.

And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be born among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows from out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of bonds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny.

There is a world that lies within each of these others, inside all of them at the same time. Or perhaps surrounding them. Writers in the Age of Legends called it Tel'aran'rhiod, "the Unseen World." Perhaps "the World of Dreams" is a better translation.

the Creator must have been tired when it came time to make men; sometimes they hardly seemed human. "And

Laetoli hominins, but we will never be able to answer them all. They walked down a path

unexplained pauses

BTK Strangler by Robert Beattie.

On November 13, the badly decomposed remains of Mary Meehan and her unborn baby were found buried beneath an empty lot, south of Sea-Tac. Meehan was the only victim to be fully buried by the killer.

One day Nagle paid him the highest compliment by saying, "When you die no one will ever find your body.

everything we knew, everything we felt!' 'Not quite everything,' he said, touching her cheek. 'I'm Jason to you, Bourne to me, because that's the name I was given, and have to use it because I don't have any other. But it's not mine.

We're a couple of ciphers who got pushed around. We don't know what happened; just that we don't like it.

without preamble.

As she watched him, Mrs. Gates was once again struck by the painful realization that there were Ã¢â'¬Â¦ things Ã¢â'¬Â¦ about her husband she would never understand. Gaps in his life she could never fill, leaps in his thinking she could not comprehend.

Please ta meetcha, kid. I'm Aahz. Oz? No Relation. No relation to what? I asked, but he was examining the room again.

Relax, Stranger. Things are not as they seem.

It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that.

Coastal people never really know what the ocean symbolizes to landlocked inland people—what a great distant dream it is, present but unseen in the deepest levels of subconsciousness, and when they arrive at the ocean and the conscious images are compared with the subconscious dream there is a sense of defeat at having come so far to be so stopped by the mystery that can never be fathomed. The source of it all.

He is not stubborn, not narrow-minded, not lazy, not stupid. There was just no easy explanation. So it was left up in the air, a kind of mystery that one gives up on because there is no sense in just going round and round and round looking for an answer that's not there.

Reaching from mystery into deeper mystery, it is the gate to the secret of all life. Quality is all-pervading. And its use is inexhaustible! Fathomless!

Science provides us with some of the most elegant, stimulating puzzles that life has to offer. It throws some of the most provocative ideas into our arenas of moral debate. Occasionally, it improves our lives. I love science, and it pains me to think that so many are terrified of the subject or feel that choosing science means that you cannot also choose compassion, or the arts, or be awed by nature. Science is not meant to cure us of mystery, but to reinvent and reinvigorate it.

About forty per cent of all strokes are unexplained. They're a mystery, like life itself.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know.

Duffy was face to face with the margin of mystery where all our calculations collapse, where the stream of time dwindles into the sands of eternity, where the formula fails in the test tube, where chaos and old night hold sway and we hear the laughter in the ether dream.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him.