Quotes About Mystery

Y en este vasto continente humano, la infinita variedad de las razas no destruye la unidad misteriosa del conjunto, del mismo modo que la diversidad de las olas no rompe la majestuosa monotonía del mar.

Cuando más importante es una cosa, más parece que queramos callarla.

Nuestra vida. Una vida que sólo a nosotros pertenece, que no viviremos más que una vez y que no estamos seguros de comprender del todo.

Exist? portretele de dup? moarte, peste care moartea a trecut, chipurile acelea mari, cu buzele savant lucrate, pline de secrete ce nu-mi mai apar?in fiindc? nu mai sunt ale vie?ii.

In vain did Zeno remind him that the stars, though they influence our destinies, do not determine them; and that our lives are regulated by the heart, that fiery star palpitating in the dark of our bodies, suspended there in its cage of flesh and bone, as strong and mysterious as the stars above, and obeying laws more complicated than the laws which we ourselves make.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor. "You must come with me," he says in an urgent voice.

All the better to bite you, my dear!

For all I know, the guy is Dracula.

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Was it my fault that I wanted a Schrödinger's cat of a boyfriend, a man who was several directly conflicting things simultaneously.

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

The mind can ask all the questions on the meaning of life. But it cannot answer one of them, for the answers are beyond the mind.

I think what you can't see is always what you should be frightened of.

when Flash started to speak about love the word floated in the same sort of way, only closer in and brighter and with far more mystery, but also with the smell of eggs, and other men, and beer.

Most women I know are priestesses and healers, although many don't know it yet, and some never will. We are all of us sisters of a mysterious order.

Avalon is a magical island that is hidden behind huge impenetrable mists. Unless the mists part, there is no way to navigate your way to the island. But unless you believe the island is there, the mists won't part.

Nothing is more strange than truth — nothing, at times, more terrible!

My husband's disappeared. He got in from work, propped his briefcase against the wall and asked me if I'd bought any bread. It must have been around half past seven.

Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and soon or late they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise.

I have spent my life watching, not to see beyond the world, merely to see, great mystery, what is plainly before my eyes. I think the concept of transcendence is based on a misreading of creation. With all respect to heaven, the scene of the miracle is here, among us. The eternal as an idea is much less preposterous than time, and this very fact should seize our attention.

I'm not going to force some theory on a mystery and make foolishness of it, just because that is what people who talk about it normally do.

She said, "I don't know why I come here. That's a fact." He shrugged. "Since you are here, maybe you could tell me a little about yourself?" She shook her head. "I don't talk about that. I just been wondering lately why things happen the way they do." "Oh!" he said. "Then I'm glad you have some time to spare. I've been wondering about that more or less my whole life.

There is no justice in love...it is only the glimpse or parable of an incomprehensible reality... the eternal breaking in on the the temporal.

It's strange how you never quite get used to the world at night.