Quotes About Mystery

Sir William Curzon Wyllie?

No, the reason he didn't fear death was because he had accepted his place—minuscule as an atom, insignificant as a mayfly—in a mystery and a miracle beyond full comprehension. It was enough to have participated in it and to have achieved as much as one could while here.

They were like a million glistening grains of sugar on a black velvet cloth, and the waning moon shone like a Saracen's blade.

Three fourteen." "Thank

No, the reason he didn't fear death was because he had accepted his place—minuscule as an atom, insignificant as a mayfly—in a mystery and a miracle beyond full comprehension.

Relativity, he reflected, was simple compared to the mysteries of Eros.

That God does not play dice with the universe. The cosmos cannot simply be a game, designed at random and made without reason. But perhaps He is playing some other game. A game we don't know yet, with rules we can't understand.

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the reason he didn't fear death was because he had accepted his place—minuscule as an atom, insignificant as a mayfly—in a mystery and a miracle beyond full comprehension. It was enough to have participated in it and to have achieved as much as one could while here. "I

Robert Masello

It's the sight of the dead...the teasing glimpse of what comes when you are no one.

You do not keep the audience's interest by giving it information, but by withholding information ....

You do not keep the audience's interest by giving it information, but by withholding information

First, the discovery of a world we do not know.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.

for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.

Come and see my rose-coloured bath full of death!

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through." (The Yellow Sign)

I saw the lake of Hali, thin and blank, without a ripple or wind to stir it, and I saw the towers of Carcosa behind the moon. Aldebaran, the Hyades, Alar, Hastur, glided through the cloud-rifts which fluttered and flapped as they passed like the scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow.

The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare; and I saw the black stars hanging in the heavens: and the wet winds from the Lake of Hali chilled my face. (In The Court of the Dragon)

Mysteries make one dream of unendurable bewitchments, they have the fragrance of something quite, quite unspeakably beautiful.

Acaso durmiendo es cuando más cerca estamos de Dios.

For hours and days he sought out ways to make unintelligible the obvious, and to find for things easily understood an inexplicable basis. --Thoughts on Cezanne

There are no gods, only one, and he's too sublime to help.