Quotes About Mystery

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

Beyond my body my veins are invisible.

La vita è un cerchio. C'è un giorno in cui il cerchio si chiude, e noi non sappiamo quale.

A man can not often know the intention of a woman until seen a demon from a very close distance.

God is an invisible saint not agent

Heaven gives mysteriously protection to a worthy man by keeping him often away from women even through breakup, divorce or separation

The doubt has the mysterious power to bring out the hidden reality of life.

There is big, solid reason hidden in the history books as why our ancestors used to keep the face of women in veiled condition.

Gabriel Cionaodh Marcus Mac Braire

Aodh Críostóir Ruadhán O'Dubhuir, also known as the Shadow King,

He was all sin and mystery, and Miranda feared the pleasures he offered as she feared the fires of hell. Yet when she succumbed at last, it was not because her body was weak but because her mind was curious.

She had not, as yet, enough introspection to realize that part of his fascination for her had arisen from his unpredictability, and her conception of him as a mysterious being from a superior world who had miraculously condescended to desire her. Nor did she realize how tightly she was enmeshed by his physical attraction, a bondage woven not only from the magnetism of his body but from the very fear and pain he caused her

Even the Bible admitted that the world was full of mystery and beauty and golden perfumed luxury.

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.

left for Kenneth.

The things that cannot be talked about logically are the only ones which are truly important.

You're such a fugitive, but you don't know what you're running from.

Amos surely left it behind for a reason, and more and more Mrs. Bowe felt she was following a path trod out for her by another. For the time being, she was willing to play the part allotted to her. But she would keep an eye on the boy in her way.

You understand too little of what you see. You see a pretty face and hear a loving voice. But she is more than that, Silas. Much more. She is cold water and lack of breath. She is emptiness and oblivion. She is the very tide, drawing things to her and pulling them below.

Besides, love flourishes best in ignorance…or in absence.

For didn't everyone have secret parts and shadows?

What in Urza's name

peeping Toms at the keyhole of eternity"—have

If I were called upon to state in a few words the essence of everything I was trying to say both as a novelist and as a preacher, it would be something like this: Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis, all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace. —FREDERICK BUECHNER