Quotes About Mystery

She rose hastily from her bed, and stepped lightly to the window. A tall figure stood among the shadows of the trees. As it raised its head, a beam of moonlight fell upon the countenance. Heaven and earth ! she beheld the Spectre Bridegroom !

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.

The true work of art is born from the 'artist': a mysterious, enigmatic, and mystical creation. It detaches itself from him, it acquires an autonomous life, becomes a personality, an independent subject, animated with a spiritual breath, the living subject of a real existence of being.

Genuine spiritual knowledge lies not in wonderful and mysterious thoughts but in actual spiritual experience through union of the believer's life with truth.

A Sasquatch-like creature. Those were their words, not mine. I didn't even know the word Sasquatch. Had I known the problems it would cause - just the suggestion I'd seen such a thing - I would have never opened my mouth about it.

I felt something rough brush against my leg. I yelped and jerked it away instinctively. "What?" Shane asked. Before I even lowered my head, I knew. Underneath me I saw the sleek gray body gliding below.

The poetic line, a grave and timeless portal, requires a very simple password.

She would tell me parts of her story, but they never added up, and, intoxicated, I probed no further. I was grateful that Moira Orfei was endless, and that she never told me the true story of her difficult life.

The truths of the sea, like the truths of the soul, cannot be reduced to numbers.

Mrs. Ellis opened her black alligator pocketbook and took out a black cigarette, which she lit with a black enameled Dunhill lighter. She pecked, sucked, blew smoke.

he saw something—or someone—unfamiliar.

what if they had a damn good reason for chasing him, a motivation that ran deeper than "Hey, an alien, catch it!

I look at you Across those fires and the dark.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

And find that dark, too blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet, and dark wings.

You have been given questions to which you cannot be given answers. You will have to live them out - perhaps a little at a time.' And how long is that going to take?' I don't know. As long as you live, perhaps.' That could be a long time.' I will tell you a further mystery,' he said. 'It may take longer.

So, friends, every day do something that won't compute...Give your approval to all you cannot understand...Ask the questions that have no answers. Put your faith in two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years...Laugh. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts....Practice resurrection.

He knew next to nothing about her and yet he knew something she did not. They both had a secret they were determined to keep hidden from the world. They both wore a mask to hide the unspeakable. He understood her in ways she could begin to imagine.

I have never been able to separate Jesus from my sense of God present as Spirit or from God who transcends categories, affirmations, analysis, and apprehension.

The liturgical year roots our faith. It grounds the invisible, animating our lives in the visible, tactile world. It is elemental. It drapes flesh on the skeletons of our too-ghostly religiosity. It connects heaven with earth, divine with human. It allows us to access the mysteries of our faith. In its feasts and fasts we taste and see God.

Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. Maybe they're just meant to be accepted.

Logan didn't know what he'd been expecting to see- maybe some ground-up powder or specially aged cocoa beans from an exotic island. Instead, he saw their faces, full of anticipation, staring back up at him.

Do you have some big secret life I don't know about?' Connor jokes. 'Who would be calling you at midnight?' 'I have no idea,' I reply. 'But I'm pretty sure I only have one secret life.