Quotes About Mystery

Darkness promotes speech.

Evil requires no reason.

Uma biblioteca não é só um lugar de ordem e caos; também é o reino do acaso. mesmo depois de lhes atribuirmos uma prateleira e um número, os livros retêm uma mobilidade própria. Entregues a si mesmos, formam grupos inesperados; seguem regras secretas de semelhança, genealogias que nenhuma crónica regista, interesses e temas comuns.

Libraries, have always seemed to me pleasantly mad places, and for as long as I can remember I've been seduced by their labyrinthine logic." - The Library at Night

My Latin teacher would say, "We must be grateful that we don't know what the great books were that perished in Alexandria, because if we knew what they were, we'd be inconsolable.

The discovery of the art of reading is intimate, obscure, secret, almost impossible to explain.

science has explained nothing; ...the more we know the more fantastic the world becomes and the profounder the surrounding darkness....

It takes a certain amount of intelligence and imagination to realize the extraordinary queerness and mysteriousness of the world in which we live. The fools, the innumerable fools, take it all for granted, skate about cheerfully on the surface and never think of inquiring what's underneath.

What is the mind? The question is, of course, ultimately quite unanswerable. We do not and we cannot know what mind really is. We do not and cannot know, of that matter, what anything really is.

Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered places Where crowds have been:. All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voice Of whom, I do not know.

Life is so constituted that we can make effective use of things whose nature we do not understand.

We are unable to see the mind, and find it difficult in consequence to understand its nature.

How does he manifest himself now?" asked the Savage. "Well, he manifests himself as an absence; as though he weren't there at all.

One's forty, one has lived more than half one's life, the world is marvellous and mysterious. And yet one spends four hours chattering about nothing at Tantamount House. Why should triviality be so fascinating? Or is there something else besides the triviality that draws one?

There was a little hill behind the house. You climbed it, and there was the whole sky from horizon to horizon. A hundred and eighty degrees of brute inexplicable mystery. It was a good place for just sitting and saying nothing.

The more [science] discovers and the more comprehension it gives us of the mechanisms of existence, the more clearly does the mystery of existence itself stand out.

Love is the plummet as well as the astrolabe of God's mysteries, and the pure in heart can see far down into the depths of the divine justice, to catch a glimpse, not indeed of the details of the cosmic process, but at least of its principle and nature. These insights permit them to say [...] that all shall be well, that, in spite of time, all is well, and that the problem of evil has its solution in the eternity, which men can, if they so desire, experience, but can never describe.

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in the psychological equivalent of Australia.

Private. Not to be opened, was written in capital letters on the cover. He raised his eyebrows. It was the sort of thing one wrote in one's Latin Grammar while one was still at one's preparatory school. Black is the raven, black is the rook, But blacker the thief who steals this book! It was curiously childish, he thought, and he smiled to himself. He opened the book. What he saw made him wince as though he had been struck.

La oscuridad se hizo más densa a nuestro alrededor y, de pronto, lo árboles se cerraron sobre nosotros y nos vimos sumergidos en la doble noche del bosque.

Âdem'in yarat?ld??? günün sabah?nda gördüklerini görüyordum: Ç?plak varoluÅŸ mucizesini, anbean yenilenen mucizeyi. Nas?l, iyi mi? diye sordu biri. Ne iyi ne de deÄŸil, dedim. Sadece öyle.

It is a knowledge of the intrinsic significance of every existent. For the artist as for the mescalin taker draperies are living hieroglyphs that stand in some peculiarly expressive way for the unfathomable mystery of pure being.

64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.