Quotes About Mystery

In poetry a certain faith in the impossible,…as in religion a like faith in the inscrutable, must have a place[;]

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

Then, as I fell, I heard Tessie's soft cry and her spirit fled: and even while falling I longed to follow her, for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.

I hated to see the life go out of a warm, living creature and I declined to be present. Picking up a book at random, I sat down in the studio to read. Alas! I had found The King in Yellow.

What is it?" I asked. "'The King in Yellow.'" I was dumfounded. Who had placed it there? How came it in my rooms? I had long ago decided that I should never open that book, and nothing on earth could have persuaded me to buy it. Fearful lest curiosity might tempt me to open it, I had never even looked at it in book-stores.

Mais je croy que je Suis descendu on puiz Ténébreux onquel disoit Heraclytus estre Vereté cachée.

At last I was King, King by my right in Hastur, King because I knew the mystery of the Hyades, and my mind had sounded the depths of the Lake of Hali. I was King! The first grey pencillings of dawn would raise a tempest which would shake two hemispheres.

Robert W. Chambers

But where did I come into the dream?" I asked. "You-- you were in the coffin; but you were not dead." "In the coffin?" "Yes." "How did you know ? Could you see me?" "No; I only knew you were there." "Had you been eating Welsh rarebits, or lobster salad?" I began laughing, but the girl interrupted me with a frightened cry.

Selby never knew why, but he suddenly began to buy flowers.

That is all very senseless, but this senselessness has a pretty mouth, and it smiles.

Listening to music, I always have exactly the same feeling: something's missing. Never will I learn the cause of this gentle sadness, never will I wish to investigate it.

Terroir tests the limits of science, it is never precise, it is essentially an untellable story.

Jesus told Nicodemus, 'The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.' It's a supernatural, spiritual experience.

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,But the queerest they ever did seeWas that night on the marge of Lake LebargeI cremated Sam McGee.

There is in the world today a great and mysterious force that shapes the fortunes of millions of people. It is called the stock market.

Kedyko?vek ?udia pociÃ…Â¥ujú prítomnosÃ…Â¥ záhadnej a mohutnej sily, chcú uveriÃ…Â¥, že sa nájde spôsob, ako jej porozumieÃ…Â¥. Pokia? sa vám podarí ich presved?iÃ…Â¥, že ste k?ú?om k jej pochopeniu, môžete dosiahnuÃ…Â¥ vysoké postavenie.

Ahora mismo, yo me pregunto, mirándote: ¿Con qué ojos mira una mujer a un hombre? Eso es lo que nunca sabremos. ¿No te parece? Vos para mí eras un desgraciado, al que de un revés se lo saca uno de adelante. Pero para ella, ¿quién eras vos? Ese es el punto oscuro. ¿Lo supiste alguna vez? Decíme francamente: ¿supiste vos en tu corazón qué hombre eras para tu mujer? ¿Qué es lo que ella vio en vos para sufrir tanto a tu lado, y soportarte como lo hizo?

Nunca entres al restaurante de un chino. Será un misterio para ti lo que te dé de comer.

Nota del comentador: La simulación del asesinato de Barsut fue resuelta por el Astrólogo, a última hora, y después de un largo coloquio con aquél.

Recordaba ahora que el cadáver tenía la boca de los pantalones enfangada, la camisa sucia y húmeda y, a pesar de ello, ¿cómo había llegado a hacerse querer por la jovencita que mató? ¿Existía entonces el amor? A pesar de sus dos mujeres y de sus ocho hijos dispersos y de su vida crapulosa de ladrón y estafador, el asesino amaba.

We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we?

The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.