Quotes About Mystery

I grew up in a forest. It's like a room. It's protected. Like a cathedral... it is a place between heaven and earth.

Marriage seems to be predicated on protecting a very deep and intimate form of mystery.

When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.

My feeling, of course, is that it's ludicrous to try to prove God's existence by science. God has nothing to do with science. God has all to do with soul, and who can explain that?

Science has proved that everything is energy, and now they have dark energy, dark matter. They don't call it all-embracing consciousness; they call it dark because they can't measure it. You know, paint it black.

It could be that people just want to be connected to something that's bigger than they are that can't be proven. I don't know, I don't think that's it.

There be many shapes of mystery; And many things God brings to be, Past hope or fear. And the end men looked for cometh not, And a path is there where no man thought. So hath it fallen here.

Many matters the gods bring to surprising ends. The things we thought would happen do not happen; The unexpected God makes possible; And such is the conclusion of this story.

tis a majestic thing, The darkness.

HERACLES. I understand no more. Thy words are riddles.

I am nothing but words, just a shape of dreams or night.

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.

She was daily surprised by the things he knew and the things he did not know; both, at the time, added to his attraction.

There is proverbially a mystery among most men of new wealth, how they made their first ten thousand; it is the qualities they showed then, before they became bullies, when every man was someone to be placated, when only hope sustained them and they could count on nothing from the world but what could be charmed from it, that make them, if they survive their triumph, successful with women.

Faces swirled about him, a kaleidoscope of girls, ugly, ugly as sin- too fat, too lean, yet floating upon this autumn air as upon their own warm passionate breaths poured out into the night. Here, for all their vulgarity, he thought, they were faintly and subtly mysterious.

Had his shim picks

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

I can't tell you just how wonderful she is. I don't want you to know. I don't want any one to know.

For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains...

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.