Quotes About Mystery

People think that what God wills must inevitably take place. This is by no means the case. God wills a great deal of blessing for His people that never comes to them. He wills it most earnestly, but they do not will it, and it cannot come to them. This is the great mystery of man's creation with a free will but also of the renewal of his will in redemption, that God has made the execution of His will dependent on the will of man in many things.

Perseverance in prayer, a perseverance that strengthens the faith of the believer against everything that may seem opposed to the answer, is a real miracle; it is one of the impenetrable mysteries of the life of faith.

Africa the place is forever obscured by the shadow of Africa the notion.

Either Less is an asshole, or the heart is a capricious thing.

I do not know what joins the parts of an atom, but it seems what

The next day, Less hears Dr. Balk is down with a mysterious illness. In class, two young women quietly faint at their desks; as they collapse, their twin ponytails fly up like the tails of frightened deer. Less is beginning to see a pattern.

Is there a bucket of blood hanging high in the auditorium rafters, waiting to be dropped

Who knows what constellation rises there, shaped like a question mark? The Question Mark, perhaps. Coming at the end of an ever-expanding cosmic doubt begun at the first keystroke of Time. If only there were another constellation: The Answer.

Dark be not dark but some other desire

a haunted house

OPEN THE TREEHOUSE DOOR OR ELSE!

THE 13-STOREY MONKEY HOUSE

The mystery was gone but the amazement was just starting.

Entrega al mar tu aliento. Escucha a la mañana, su ecuación de misterios.

007 n. the fictional British secret agent James Bond, or someone based on, inspired by, or reminiscent of him.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

We will go. Nowhere we know. We don't have to talk at all.

Like why Lena always thought of Ritz crackers when she shaved her legs. Who knew why? And did it even matter?

What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own and others' refracted through hundreds of bodies over time.

She had that frustrating dreamlike confusion of racking her brain for the answer then forgetting what the question was. There was a question, wasn't there?

Anna opened her eyes and saw a pair of hands, streaked and shiny with blood. No face.

Pop once said it's a good thing we don't know what's around the corner. I didn't understand what he meant then, but I do now. It's better to wish than to know.

Dawn be so rotten?

Jessica Ramsey sat next to me, a mystery. I kept looking at her long legs. Maybe she was a dancer or a gymnast or something. Of course, I looked at her face too. Jessica's eyes were huge and dark. Her lashes were so long I wondered if they were fake. Probably not, if her mother was anything like mine, and I decided that was a distinct possibility since Jessica wore glasses and didn't have pierced ears either.