Quotes About Mystery

Plain of Jars is a collection of thousands of massive limestone cups whose origins remain unknown, scattered over a wide area of Laos's Xiangkhoang Province.

Who can really describe why they fell in love?

But poor old Dim kept looking up at the stars and planets and the Luna with his rot wide open like a kid who'd never viddied any such thing before, and he said: What's on them, I wonder. What would be up there on things like that? I nudged him hard, saying: Come, gloopy bastard as thou art. Think thou not on them. There'll be life like down here most likely, with some getting knifed and others doing the knifing.

She also bit off a little toe from the child's left foot to establish a mark of his identity.

after which he followed up with the style of "Stealing Peaches beneath the Leaves

As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.

When I returned to the bedroom, there was confetti all over the room. I had no idea what had happened until I picked up one of the pieces of confetti. "Oh, shit. That's a nipple. She must have found the pictures," I thought. I was right.

It was, however, in keeping with the way my uncle conducted his life that he should reach his destination without knowing the name of the goal.

The potential biographies of those who die young possess the mystic dignity of a headless statue, the poetry of enigmatic passages in an unfinished or mutilated manuscript, unburdened with contrived or banal endings.

Most people's sex life is a mystery, especially that of individuals who seem to make most parade of it. Such is the conclusion one finally arrives at.

Bring a torch, if you've got one. It's as dark as hell and stinks of something far worse than cheese.

I'm not a religious chap. I don't know anything about that sort of thing. But there must be something beyond all this sex business.' 'Yes.' 'You think so?' 'Oh yes. Quite likely. Why not?' 'But what?' 'I can't help.' 'You can't.

Lady Warminster represented to a high degree that characteristic of her own generation that everything may be said, though nothing indecorous discussed openly. Layer upon layer of wrapping, box after box revealing in the Chinese manner yet another box, must conceal all doubtful secrets; only the discipline of infinite obliquity made it lawful to examine the seamy side of life. If these mysteries were observed everything might be contemplated: however unsavoury: however unspeakable.

He continually thought of Lucy. But he did not think anything definite about her. He merely thought of her.

For lust of knowing what we should not know,' he was fond of intoning, 'we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

This was a glimpse through that mysterious door, once shut, that now seemed to stand ajar. It was as if sounds of far-off conflict, or the muffled din of music and shouting, dimly heard in the past, had now come closer than ever before. Stringham

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity." —ALBERT EINSTEIN

Lo importante es no dejar de interrogarse. La curiosidad tiene su propia razón de existir. Uno no puede evitar sentirse pasmado cuando se contemplan los misterios de la eternidad, de la vida, de la maravillosa estructura de la realidad. Es suficiente con que uno trate de aprehender un poco de ese misterio cada día. No pierda nunca una santa curiosidad. ALBERT EINSTEIN

Babbling may be a weakness, but to my thinking mystery is a vice.

They two men cut the door, and took the box, and opened it, — and when they'd opened it, they didn't get the swag. Where was the swag?

The day after Ussher

Mr. Jones had never seen the lady's face. He longed to know what were the features of the woman who had been so blind — if indeed that story were true.

But if a man never mentions his belongings among those with whom he lives, he becomes mysterious, and almost open to suspicion. It begins to be known that nobody knows anything of such a man, and even friends become afraid. It is certainly convenient to be able to allude, if it be but once in a year, to some blood relation.

menses and was often ill. Was she carrying his child?