Quotes About Mystery

As a baby, Oliver Cromwell was abducted by his grandfather's pet monkey.

Ruth Rendell, Jonathon Kellerman, Len Deighton . . . clever writers, all of them. No romance, or supernatural, or street-level cop novels here. Psychological mysteries. Suspense. Kellerman was even himself a psychologist. Quinn figured the readers of such books got their enjoyment out of trying to outwit the writers. Would Ida or her late husband be the sort to write critical Amazon

We know not whom God loves nor whom He hates.

It is known, I was told.

Christians have not always been good stewards of the message of salvation in Christ. Religious persecution, injustice, and wars have all been committed in His name. We should not partake in that spirit. When our responsibility is rightly understood, we will practice it now, and we will spend eternity studying this mystery of love.

He regarded the universe as a cryptogram set by the Almighty - just as he himself wrapt the discovery of the calculus in a cryptogram when he communicated with Leibniz.

It was a mystery to me how Svetlana generated so many opinions. Any piece of information seemed to produce an opinion on contact. Meanwhile, I went from class to class, read hundreds, thousands of pages of the distilled ideas of the great thinkers of human history, and nothing happened. In high school I had been full of opinions, but high school had been like prison, with constant opposition and obstacles. Once the obstacles were gone, meaning seemed to vanish, too.

Folded-over chips are preferable to flat chips—why is that? It's one of life's ten million mysteries.

Time remains a mystery to Margaret. A game of Monopoly can consume an afternoon, and an hour on the treadmill seems like forever. But a lifetime passes in an instant.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, than the desires of the human heart.

this exquisite, tremendous, and endlessly confounding life

It was just a movie, but what you learned when you lived on an island was, you never knew.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, Eleanor thinks, than the desires of the human heart.

She looked like green rhubarb juice, and he had the expression of 'Damn!' all over him.

The truth of the Goddess is the mystery of our being. She is the dynamic life force within. Her form is embedded in our collective psyche, part of what it is to be human. She is Gaia, the dance of life and Her song is Eros, the energy of creation.

and the words were night in the night and we were shadows.

It was apparent that there were no facts. Reality was a vague stink that anyone could smell, but no one knew where it came from.

She twists like a flame. Her back, a sierra of bone, her hips, a sandstone canyon. And I can believe her gaze, born from a thousand years dreaming and as dew-cool as moonlight, is only for me. — Eliot Khalil Wilson, from "New Orleans Odalisque," The Saint of Letting Small Fish Go (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2003)

Japan: A stranger hands you a stone and asks you to hold it. Puzzled, you take it. The stone grows. And grows until you are crushed

she could see it now, what her father loved about Shakespeare, about that entire, mysterious time, with its pomp and majesty, secrets and betrayals.

That's the real mystery, isn't it? Not whether he was a common merchant or the queen's son, but how he could understand so much about human nature. And write about it in a way that still rings true, all these years later.' ". . . " 'That's Shakespeare's secret. . .

did: In the first Place, by making no Person in the World a Confident in it; and in the next, in concealing from Beauplaisir himself the Knowledge who she was; for though she met him three or four Days in a Week, at the Lodging she had taken for that Purpose, yet as much as he employ'd her Time and Thoughts, she was never miss'd from any Assembly she had been accustomed to frequent.

grey tint slipping round the edges of the shutters at the windows.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.