Quotes About Mystery

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind, Veil after veil will lift--but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

By Me the whole vast Universe of things Is spread abroad;—by Me, the Unmanifest! In Me are all existences contained; Not I in them! Yet they are not contained, Those visible things! Receive and strive to embrace The mystery majestical! My Being— Creating all, sustaining all—still dwells Outside of all! See! as the shoreless airs Move in the measureless space, but are not space, [And space were space without the moving airs]; So all things are in Me, but are not I.

No diagnosis, no prognosis.

A religion without the element of mystery would not be a religion at all.

The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?

Lo único que sé de lo que no sé de mi es que es más evidente y cruel a altas horas de la noche.

Every subject and object, on this universe, stay in mysterious rays- circle and touches with each other since only a touch is life.

The reason is that there is no reason The issue is that there is no issue

Sorry, but looks like I'm dead. *Grin*

Corpses may not speak, but they still carry a wealth of information.

Los pececillos, abandonándose a las olas, bailan, cantan y juegan, pero ¿quién conoce el corazón del mar a cien pies de la superficie? ¿Quién conoce su profundidad?

Who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who Knows its depth?

The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?

Little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?

A good secret makes things three times as nice.

Still waters run deep.

I hope you all find yourself sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there's mystery and poetry in your life, not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.

His eyes made her think of water at night—full of mysteries and hints, revealing little.

He possessed ugliness the way a few rare souls possess beauty, an ugliness that fascinated

jumped and spun. Ten paces back along the path stood a luminous woman dressed in

Mike wished Mr. Burden had chosen another time to be murdered. He was beginning to see that the hour of dressing for dinner might have been expressly designed for persons who need a quiet spell for the commission of crime.

Tâm h?n ?úng là m?t th? bí ?n. Nó v?n thu?c v? ta mà chính b?n thân ta l?i không th? n?m b?t, th?m chí ?ôi lúc th?y s? nó.