Quotes About Mystery

Sounds as if the intruder was looking for something, Norma.

What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?

You ask a certain question again and again, in a sincere fashion, and the answer appears. But, in my experience, at least, that answer arrives according to it's own mysterious celestial timing, and often in disguise. And it comes in a way you're not prepared for, or don't want, or can't at first, accept.

The whole point of a spectacular tag is not the artwork; it's the mystery of how it was done.

Let's head out to the ruins." - Dan Cahill

Marty grinned as he backed toward the door. "Green eggs and mamba," he said, then ran.

He had eaten Kate's map so

Je n'avais encore jamais vu un sourire aussi immuable et je me demandais si elle l'enlevait pour dormir.

Foarte aproape de noi, p?durea râdea uneori cu o voce un pic ascuÈ›it? de feti?? È™i apoi se aÈ™ternea o t?cere îndelungat? È™i era greu s? nu o b?nuieÈ™ti de un s?rut, sau chiar mai r?u. Era totuÈ™i o p?dure foarte demn? È™i chiar afectat?, care avea mai multe titluri de nobleÈ›e.

What progress requires inexorably of human beings and of continents is that they should renounce their strangeness, that they should break with mystery; and somewhere along that road is inscribed inexorably the end of the last elephant. The cultivated lands must encroach upon the forests, and the roads will bite more and more deeply into the quietude of the great herds. There will be less and less room for natural splendor. A pity.

Could you let me hear more, without the usual scientific jargon? All this talk of 'antigravity' and 'antimatter' sounds like scientists' covering up a big, dark, uncomfortable gaping hole in their knowledge and understanding.

Non so se sia un uccello, una farfalla o una lucertola, perché la fantasia infantile si era guardata bene dal privarlo di tutte le sue possibilità.

But she could feel that behind his words there was something nice and rather odd — kind people are often odd, she had explained to Saint-Denis, and she had added, rather mysteriously: it can't be otherwise.

But perhaps there are in us forces other than mind and heart, other even than the senses - mysterious forces which take hold of us in the moments when the others are asleep; and perhaps it was such forces that Melchior had found in the depths of those pale eyes which had looked at him so timidly one evening when he had accosted the girl on the bank of the river, and had sat down beside her in the reeds - without knowing why - and had given her his hand.

The 'Muse' is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.

When I touched her body, I believed she was God. In the curves of her form I found the birth of Man, the creation of the world, and the origin of all life.

Without knowing why or how, I found myself in love with this strange Wanderess. Maybe I was just in love with the dream she was selling me: a life of destiny and fate; as my own life up until we met had been so void of enchantment. Those things: mystery, fate, enchantment... they are things that young people offer us as soon as we get close to them. And if we're not careful, we can be seduced by, and drawn back into, the youthful world they preside over.

Ah, youth! It was a beautiful night... The moon was out of orbit. The stars were awry. But everything else was exactly as it should have been.

Those things: Mystery, Fate, and Enchantment... they are things that young people offer us as soon as we get close to them. And if we're not careful, we can be seduced by, and drawn back into, the youthful world the young preside over.

In my errant life, I roamed to learn the secrets of women and men, of gods and dreams.

Spiritual joy comes from pondering the mysteries of faith, not enthusing about them.

And yet he thought incense was made from the bones of saints, that leather continued to grow if not dyed, that if he concentrated hard enough his body's electrical currents could stun lake frogs as he bathed.