Quotes About Mystery

The most precise of her sayings seemed always to me to have enigmatical prolongations vanishing somewhere beyond my reach. I am reduced to suppose that she appreciated my attention and my silence. The attention she could see was quite sincere, so that the silence could not be suspected of coldness. It seemed to satisfy her. And it is to be noted that if she confided in me it was clearly not with the expectation of receiving advice, for which, indeed, she never asked.

There is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man.

There is something in a treasure that fastens upon a man's mind. He will pray and blaspheme, and will curse the day he ever heard of it, and will let his last hour come upon him unawares, still believing that he missed it only by a foot. He will see it every time he closes his eyes. He will never forget it till he is dead—and even then Doctor, did you ever hear of the miserable gringos on Azuera, that cannot die?

The earth seemed unearthly.

unknown; continents

One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line dividing the living from the dead lies uncertainty, suffering, and death. And what is there? Who is there?—there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun? No one knows, but one wants to know. You fear and yet long to cross that line, and know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn what lies the other side of death.

Sanki baz? sessiz gecelerde uzaklarda çalan davullar?n çarp?nt?s?, yükselen ve alçalan, hem engin hem de belli belirsiz titreÅŸim duyulabiliyordu; garip, insana hitap eden, davetkar ve vahÅŸi bir sesti bu, ama sanki Hristiyan bir ülkedeki çan sesleri kadar derine iÅŸleyen bir anlama sahipti.

For if ye had been able to see all, No need there were for Mary to give birth;

The horror, the horror.

There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know. Imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.

That's how she was. You could never be sure what she would be up to next. There are ships difficult to handle, but generally you can depend on them behaving rationally. With that ship, whatever you did with her you never knew how it would end. She was a wicked beast. Or, perhaps, she was only just insane.

for the future he knows only by guesswork, and that not always; for it is reserved for God alone to know the times and the seasons, and for him there is neither past nor future; all is present.

If the novel is an instrument of discovery, what it sets out to discover are bits of that still unsolvable and greatest of all great mysteries, human nature.

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them. —JOSEPH CONRAD

It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?

I get the willies when I see closed doors.

He's back! He's back! Who's back? shouted someone else. Who is it? What does it mean? What should we do? Are we on fire? Get up and run, damn it! Everybody get up and run!

Why are they going to disappear him?" "I don't know." "It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?

Mudd was the unknown soldier who had never had a chance, for that was the only thing anyone ever did know about all the unknown soldiers—they never had a chance. They had to be dead.

O fígado representa um vasto e hediondo mistério, para nós. Se alguma vez comeu fígado frito, compreende o que quero dizer. Os estudos mais recentes permitem-nos concluir que ele existe de facto e fazer uma ideia geral da sua acção, quando funciona devidamente. Para além disso, ainda navegamos nas trevas.

All the Catholic Church ever had been was ritual and mystery and guilt. And that was Everything. That was Order. Who could wish for more from God or man? Perfect Order.

And at last, the courtroom rail birds were going to get a chance to hear something titillating. About John Orr getting his mongoose milked by an honest-to-God cop.

What really makes us is beyond grasping. It's way beyond knowing. We give in to love... because it gives us some sense of what is unknowable. Nothing else matters, not at the end.

Again from Napoleon: The nature of Christ's existence is mysterious, I admit; but this mystery meets the wants of man — reject it and the world is an inexplicable riddle; believe it, and the history of our race is satisfactorily explained.