Quotes About Mystery

To know God better is only to realize how impossible it is that we should ever know him at all. I know not which is more childish to deny him, or define him.

Mention but the word "divinity," and our sense of the divine is clouded.

For fear does things so like a witch, 'Tis hard t' unriddle which is which

Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.

There are charms made only for distance admiration.

It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

I heard Bellona was where it was at. It must be, now. I'm here.

He stopped, because he wasn't sure what Cryptography had established, and because he needed another moment to haul himself down from the ledges of her high cheekbones, to retreat from the caves of her eyes.

In the cups, one after another, glistening disks rose, black without translucence.

Here one page, possibly two, is missing.

Basically, gentlemen, Ulyrion is something else.

I don't know why he's doin' it. Don't expect I ever will. But it sure is something, huh?

She was...that's the whole entirety.

Out on the path, sudden, luminous, and artificial, a seven-foot dragon swayed around the corner, followed by an equally tall mantis and a griffin. Like elegant plastics, internally lit and misty, they wobbled forward. When dragon and mantis swayed into each other, they—meshed! He thought of images, slightly unfocused, on a movie screen, lapping. "Scorpions…!" Tak whispered.

By many a temple half as old as Time.

O, we love an unknown lover when we love Christ.

My shallow and ebb thoughts are not the compass Christ saileth by. I leave His ways to Himself, for they are far, far above me . . . There are windings and to's and fro's in His ways, which blind bodies like us cannot see.

If you knew particularly what to do, it were not a spiritual exercise.

I verily judge, we know not how much may be had in this life: there is yet something beyond all we see, that seeking would light upon.

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,Like April hoarfrost spread;But where the ship's huge shadow lay,The charmed water burnt alwayA still and awful red.

The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out:At one stride comes the dark;With far-heard whisper o'er the seaOff shot the specter bark.

The hornèd Moon, with one bright starWithin the nether tip.

It is an ancient Mariner,And he stoppeth one of three."By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?