Quotes About Mystery

The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself.

Gyermekként úgy élünk, szinte az eget súroljuk, de most miféle virradat ez.

They saw her moving quietly back there like a metaphysician in a novel

A foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything.

?k voltak a tartály fenekén a legfenségesebb angolnák, és mint a dÅ'lt bet?k, felismerték egymást.

All children are beautiful: the thing they do with their eyes that seems so dazzling when they take you all in, or seem to take you all in; it's like being looked at by an alien, or a cat - who knows what they see?

Has the rain a father... What womb brings forth the ice? - Job: 38

Far below were the limestone flats they called the Flaggy Shore; grey rocks under a grey sky, and there were days when the sea was a glittering grey and your eyes could not tell if it was dusk or dawn, your eyes were always adjusting. It was like the rocks took the light and hid it away. And that was the thing about Boolavaun, it was a place that made itself hard to see.

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the blade have been deflected?

if our God were small enough for us to understand, He wouldn't be big enough to save us.

One thing hits me," Hanne said at last. "Each of these deaths in a sense is circumscribed by Maria." "What do you mean?" "The day Iselin died, Maria travelled to

Yet some of the business of hearing is still frankly unfathomable. Although we know, for instance, that the brain procesess acoustic vibrations into neural signs, some of our phenomenal auditory talents, like translating the physical properties of sound into the abstract realm of meaning, remain a profound mystery, all the more since this occurs within 150 milliseconds after the beginning of the sound.

The first holy truth in God 101 is that men and women of true faith have always had to accept the mystery of God's identity and love and ways. I hate that, but it's the truth.

I do not understand the mystery of grace -- only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.

She waited until Jeremy's footsteps receded. "I didn't know you had a brother." "Now you do." He continued writing. "Do you have any other siblings?" "No." "Parents?" "I didn't crawl out of Hell, if that's what you are asking.

She smiled, a warm smile that held no trace of aberrant humor. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. It bothered him on a level he couldn't comprehend. He experienced an overwhelming urge to grab that smile and hide it solely for himself to gaze upon. A Da Vinci masterpiece he intended to jealously guard.

Yes, I think I like all of those images. I can see your head thrown back and that long, smooth neck exposed to me in all of them.' His finger trailed down the side of her throat. 'Your eyes are becoming even more smoky and sensual, Marietta. From the inside out now, rather than the outside in. Shall we see what happens when the knowledge blooming there becomes a large, petaled rose?

She leaned down, a fraction closer, and for some reason unknown to man, he lifted his head the tiniest bit. Enough so she could brush his cheek with her lips. "Good night, Mr. Merrick.

You always make me feel strange." His gaze sharpened, and she plowed ahead. "I don't mean that in the negative. But you do, and have, ever since that night I met you. I can't say I rightly felt that way before that night, though there was something about you across the theater that made me want to get you to smile at me in return. Still, it was that night we met. I had never felt such a reaction to a man before. Something tight and uncertain and exciting. Wild.

She smiled at him. Why was she always smiling at him? It made him tense.

Nothing but magic is really like magic, when it comes right down to it.

Cloud and Wallfish, Wallfish and Cloud.

Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth