Quotes About Mystery

As life goes on, they become not two compatible beings who have learned to live together through self-suppression and patience, but one new and richer being, fused in the fires of God's love and tempered of the best of both. One by one, the veils of life's mysteries have been lifted. The flesh, they found, was too precocious to reveal its own mystery; then came the mystery of the other's inner life, disclosed in the raising of young minds and hearts in the ways of God;

The essence of obscenity is the turning of the inner mystery into a jest.

The mystery of the Incarnation is very simply that of God's asking a woman freely to give Him a human nature.

This is the beautiful paradox of the Child Who made His mother; the mother, too, was only a child.

Do not postpone relationship with this law simply because you cannot fathom its mystery intellectually.

Divinity is always where one least expects to find it.

As man did not come wholly out of nature, for man with his mind has a mysterious x which is not contained in his chemical and biological antecedents, so Christ did not come wholly out of humanity.

If I was married to a guy like that, chances are good he'd wind up being a suspicious smell in the attic

Death was such a mystery. The complete disappearance of something as complex and miraculous as a living, breathing human being had always been beyond her comprehension.

She had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love .

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

La fatalidad nos hace invisibles

Siento que la conozco menos cuanto más la conozco. (Del amor y otros demonios).

People have three lives: the public life, the private life and the secret life...

There are some people that we know all our lives and yet never really feel we know them at all. But there are other people—" Unable to resist the temptation, he ran a feather-light caress down the curve of her cheek with one leather-sheathed knuckle. The cobalt depths of her eyes flickered with response, but she said nothing, heeding his every word. "—people we meet in a day, and instantly, it feels as though we've known them all our lives.

It signified nothing that the raw, male magnetism that emanated from him probably made compasses malfunction in his presence.

He -it- was a specter! I stepped back, stunned.

I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible ones?

ahthOOn SSyng! I said. That's farewell. It sounds evil. It is, I answered, and we parted.

Danger, a quest, three figures. They are close to you, but they are not your friends." She let my hand go. "Beware of them!

Gnomic, "!chocH !choe echachoed dh zchoaK !chocH

You were mine to protect and take care of, Jilly-girl. And the better I learned you, the deeper you burrowed into my soul. Every time I took a bit more control, the higher you flew in my arms. You were an addiction and a mystery…you fed my soul and drove me over the edge.

what about Erwin Chargaff's tantalising match of the base ratios, A = T and C = G? Is this just another of nature's coincidences? Or is it a vital clue that will somehow make sense of the whole sorry mess?

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.