Quotes About Mystery

Who's that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one

I bleed, but know not wherefore, know not where.

If you walk east at daybreak from the town To the cliff's foot, by climbing steadily You cling at noon whence there is no way down But to go toppling backward to the sea. And not for birds nor birds' eggs, so they say, But for a flower that in these fissures grows, Forms have been seen to move throughout the day Skyward; but what its name is no one knows. 'Tis said you find beside them on the sand This flower, relinquished by the broken hand.

We move in darkness, solemn and extreme.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

Vendado con un pañuelo rojo y tambaleándose en la claridad, el hombre juega a

En la colina de enfrente y oculta tras un matorral, Laura ha seguido, sin poderlos descifrar, los movimientos del recién llegado.

Todas las calaveras tienen una cara de risa que no viene a cuento

Y desde dónde nos llama, señora Cargols? Desde Sant Joan Despí.

Quién había concebido el plan de asesinarme?, ¿quién había tejido la red en la que debatía como animalillo silvestre?, ¿de quién sería la mano que habría de inmolarme? ¿De la propia Mercedes Negrer?, ¿del rijoso expendedor de Pepsi-Cola?, ¿de los negros superdotados?, ¿de los ordeñadores de la lactaria?

Si sus actos fueran irreprochables, los francmasones no evitarían con tanto cuidado la luz...

The sea – it is as incomprehensible as existence – it is incomprehensible as death – as eternal as longing.

Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death. Loving our mysterious blue planet, we resolve riddles and dissolve all enigmas in contingent bliss.

Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.

Whatever we cannot understand easily we call God; this saves wear and tear on the brain tissues.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

Gaze not too long into the abyss, lest the abyss gaze into thee.

Not all questions can be answered.

What most people really desire is something quite different from industrial gimmickry- liberty, spontaneity, nakedness, mystery, wildness, wilderness.

There is something about the desert.… There is something there which the mountains, no matter how grand and beautiful, lack; which the sea, no matter how shining and vast and old, does not have.

I am convinced now that the desert has no heart, that it presents a riddle which has no answer, and that the riddle itself is an illusion created by some limitation or exaggeration of the displaced human consciousness.

High above our heads the owl hoots under the lost moon. A pre-dawn wind comes sifting and sighing through the cottonwood trees; the sound of their dry, papery leaves is like the murmur of distant water, or like the whispering of ghosts in an ancient, empty, condemned cathedral.

And yet-when all we know about it is said and measured and tabulated, there remains something in the soul of the place, the spirit of the whole, that cannot be fully assimilated by the human imagination.

To the intelligent man or woman, life appears infinitely mysterious. But the stupid have an answer for every question.