Quotes About Mystery

it was all as mysterious as a sad thought in a moment of joy, prophesying what I do not know.

I know not what tomorrow will bring».

The opium of majestic twilights, and the marvel stretching out in the darkness, as the hand withdraws from the tatters …

Trazem-me a fé como um embrulho fechado numa salva alheia. Querem que o aceite, mas que o não abra. Trazem-me a ciência, como uma faca num prato, com que abrirei as folhas de um livro de páginas brancas. Trazem-me a dúvida como o pó dentro de uma caixa; mas para quem e trazem a caixa, se ela não tem senão pó?

I lift my eyes and look at the stars, which make no sense at all.

Um dos poucos divertimentos intelectuais que ainda restam ao que ainda resta de intelectual na humanidade é a leitura de romances policiais.

It did not take long to conclude that, without God, would never come to understand where the universe began and where it ended, where it came from him, where he would go

Revelaré secretos? No, porque los que tengo no son revelables, son secretos de verdad. ¿Cotillerías? Soy el último que se entera de todas y por tanto el menos adecuado para propalarlas.

Who is Fox?, I asked. Policeman Fox is the third of us, said the Sergeant, but we never see him or hear tell of him at because he is always on his beat and never off it and he signs the book in the middle of the night when even a badger is asleep. He is as mad as a hare, he never interrogates the public and he is always taking notes.

The long evening had made its way into the barrack through the windows, creating mysteries everywhere, erasing the seam between one thing and another, lengthening out the floors and either thinning the air or putting some refinement on my ear enabling me to hear for the first time the clicking of a cheap clock from the kitchen.

I looked at my hand through it and saw nothing that was recognisable. Then I looked at several other things but saw nothing that I could clearly see. MacCruiskeen took it back with a smile at my puzzled eye. It magnifies to invisibility, he explained. It makes everything so big that there is room in the glass for only the smallest particle of it—not enough of it to make it different from any other thing that is dissimilar.

He and the girl had almost nothing to say to each other. One thing he did say was, 'I ain't got any tattoo on my back.' 'What you got on it?' the girl said. 'My shirt,' Parker said. 'Haw.' 'Haw, haw,' the girl said politely.

I don't think literature would be possible in a determined world. We might go through the motions but the heart would be out of it. Nobody could then 'smile darkly and ignore the howls.' Even if there were no Church to teach me this, writing two novels would do it. I think the more you write, the less inclined you will be to rely on theories like determinism. Mystery isn't something that is gradually evaporating. It grows along with knowledge.

The type of mind that can understand good fiction is not necessarily the educated mind, but it is at all times the kind of mind that is willing to have its sense of mystery deepened by contact with reality, and its sense of reality deepened by contact with mystery.

Dogma is the guardian of mystery. The doctrines are spiritually significant in ways that we cannot fathom.

A gift of any kind is a considerable responsibility. It is a mystery in itself, something gratuitous and wholly undeserved, something whose real uses will probably always be hidden from us.

The Catholic writer, in so far as he has the mind of the Church, will feel life from the standpoint of the central Christian mystery: that it has for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for.

When we get our spiritual house in order, we'll be dead. This goes on. You arrive at enough certainty to be able to make your way, but it is making it in darkness. Don't expect faith to clear things up for you. It is trust, not certainty.

Does one's integrity ever lie in what he is not able to do? I think that usually it does, for free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply. It is a mystery and one which a novel, even a comic novel, can only be asked to deepen.

I believe firmly in mystery and manners.

We Catholics are very much given to the Instant Answer. Fiction doesn't have any. It leaves us, like Job, with a renewed sense of mystery. St. Gregory wrote that every time the sacred text describes a fact, it reveals a mystery. That is what the fiction writer, on his lesser level, hopes to do.

Most things are beyond me, Block said. I ain't found anything yet that I thoroughly understood

Lady,' The Misfit said, looking beyond her far into the wood, 'there never was a body that give the undertaker a tip.

A faith that just accepts is a child's faith and all right for children, but eventually you have to grow religiously as every other way, though some never do. What people don't realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross. ... remember that these things are mysteries and that if they were such that we could understand them, they wouldn't be worth understanding. A God you understood would be less than yourself.