Quotes About Mystery

Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, "Too fair to worship, too divine to love."...

have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...

God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...

when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...

you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...

you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...

I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...

yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...

I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship...

cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...

take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...

evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...

nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...

I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...

yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...

God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...

Wind of the night, Questing, swaying, calling, Rustle of dull grasses, Why do you trouble me?

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

In the world of the very small, where particle and wave aspects of reality are equally significant, things do not behave in any way that we can understand from our experience of the everyday world...all pictures are false, and there is no physical analogy we can make to understand what goes on inside atoms. Atoms behave like atoms, nothing else.

true story of quantum mechanics, a truth far stranger than any fiction.