Quotes About Mystery

We are the playthings of the gods.

We are supposed to write poetry to keep the gods alive.

The gods did not reveal, from the beginning, all things to us.

You never know what goes on behind closed doors.

It's a good feeling to not tell people what's going on.

Films don't hold the answers I'm looking for... Would you not be so much more interested in finding out that Bigfoot existed than in watching a really good movie?

God does things that fly completely in the face of what we've all been taught that He is supposed to do and every time He does this, we all just say, 'Oh, well, I guess there must be some good reason why He did that.'

And now you intend to stay here with us in Riva?' asked the burgomaster. 'I do not,' said the hunter with a smile, and to excuse the jest he laid his hand on the burgomaster's knee. 'I am here, more than that I do not know. My boat has no rudder, it is driven by the wind that blows in the nethermost regions of death.

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.

Again he picked up a stone and kept rolling it in his hands. His hands were damp with mounting excitement. What was it that everyone in the world knew but he? There was something grave and black being kept from him, and he could feel how important it was, how imminent, and he was desperate to know.

What did he know about her, anyway? She was unfathomable. The simple fact that she countenanced Coke Rymer at all was unfathomable. All her motives were buried under the ocean.

Louis era sempre stato incuriosito dall'elemento liquido. Lo versi in una tazza, ed è piatto. Inclini la tazza, e il liquido si inclina ma la superficie resta piatta, sempre piatta. Anche capovolta e rigirata in tutti i sensi, l'acqua resta piatta. Il sindaco era così.

at the bottom of every story, there's always something monstrous. Thrashing about in the mud.

I rarely write about magic in the waving wands, Harry Potter sense. Usually "magic" isn't even mentioned because it isn't a separate power, it's part of the natural world.

Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes....

God himself does not give answers. He gives himself.

It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love for the beauty of the world at its most beautiful, and, beyond that, for that beauty east of the sun and west of the moon which is past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of Being itself and what lies at the heart of Being.

Once we have seen Him in a stable, we can never be sure where He will appear or to what lengths he will go or to what ludicrous depths of self-humiliation He will descend in His wild pursuit of men.

Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?

It is out of the absence of God that God makes himself present

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.

RELIGION AS A word points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage; where he senses meanings no less overwhelming because they can be only hinted at in myth and ritual; where he glimpses a destination that he can never know fully until he reaches it.

stars shall fall from heaven