Quotes About Mystery

Referring to an event in an untold story is a powerful technique rarely used.

Conquest of Disease, The Conquest of Pain, The Conquest of Tuberculosis, The Conquest of Cancer, The Conquest of the Unknown and The Conquest of Brain Mysteries

Poe, como un Ariel hecho hombre, diríase que ha pasado su vida bajo el flotante influjo de un extraño misterio.

La princesa está triste, ¿qué tendrá la princesa? Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa

Buscad en la naturaleza el secreto de la poesía. Ella os dará los elementos inertes y los elementos vivos de los afectos. Ella es cielo, aire y tierra: ella es hombre y mujer, luz y amor, ciencia y virtud, color y armonía… escala misteriosa que remata en Dios.

Doce morrer no mar? Talvez. Melhor morrer no mistério indecifrável do mar que morrer as mortes banais da terra seca.

Talvez seja por isso que os navegadores navegam: porque no perigo e no abismo eles veem refletida a eternidade.

There is something precious in our being mysteries to ourselves, in our being unable ever to see through even the person who is closest to our heart and to reckon with him as though he were a logical proposition or a problem in accounting.

That which secures life from exhaustion lies in the unseen world, deep at the roots of things.

There is, in truth, no difference between esoteric knowledge and all the rest of man's knowledge and proficiency. This esoteric knowledge is no more of a secret for the average human being than writing is a secret for those who have never learned it.

It seemed the more I knew about people the more I knew about the strange magic hidden in their hearts.

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.

No one can point to the fourth dimension, yet it is all around us.

Somehow I fell asleep in the graveyard.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

There's a legion that never was 'listed,That carries no colors or crest.

He went back through the wet wild woods, waving his wild tail, and walking by his wild lone. But he never told anybody.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside!

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.