Quotes About Mystery

That little rock you're so curious about may have seen Alaric sack Rome; it may have glittered in the eyes of Pharaohs. Scythian queens might have danced all night wearing it. Wars might have been fought over it.

All day Marie-Laure lies on her stomach and reads. Logic, reason, pure science: these, Aronnax insists, are the proper ways to pursue a mystery. Not fables and fairy tales.

the whisper of space being compressed.

Any moment, it seemed, something could tear the sky and whatever was on the other sides would push through.

Guarded curiosity.

he wonders at the mystery of how one god can manage the thoughts and terrors of so many.

It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language.

A spark in the night.

What light shines at night! He never knew. Light will blind him.

Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.

Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Jutta prowl the ionosphere,searching for that lavish,penetrating voice.When they find it,Werner feels as if he has been launched into a different existence,a secret place where great discoveries are possible,where an orphan from a coal town can solve some vital mystery hidden in the physical world.

It seems to Werner that in the space between whatever has happened already and whatever is to come hovers an invisible borderland, the known on one side and the unknown on the other.

La lógica, la razón y la ciencia pura son las tres vías apropiadas, insiste Aronnax, para aproximarse al misterio.

The air swarms with so much that is invisible!

And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That great shuttles of souls might fly about faded but audible if you listen closely enough?

How does a plague start inside a sealed disc that has had no contact with any other living thing for almost six and a half decades?

Marie-Laure imagines the electromagnetic waves traveling into and out of Michel's machine, bending around them, just as Etienne used to describe, except now a thousand times more crisscross the air than when he lived-maybe a million times more. …And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths?...That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough.

A book not so much full of birds as full of evanescence, of blue-winged, trumpeting mysteries.

A light emerges, a light not kindled

Death's success rate has been 100% so far, yet we still choose to call it a mystery.

GUARDIAN #2: Though it will seem simple at first, it's actually quite complicated. GUARDIAN #1: No, no, it will seem complicated at first, but it's actually quite simple. GUARDIAN #2: Ready, little crow? Here's our riddle. "He that knows all that Learning ever writ, knows only this.

Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.

Several do math on their fingers. Then they raise their hands as one. "Can we see it?" "No." "Not even open the first door?" "No." "Have you seen it?" "I have not." "So how do you know it's really there?" "You have to believe the story." "How much is it worth, Monsieur? Could

It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language, the houses great shelves of illegible volumes, the lamps all extinguished.