Quotes About Mystery

Ã…â"¢íká se, že zkratka NSA ve skute?nosti znamená "Never Say Anything

Každý, kdo pÃ…â"¢emýÅ¡lí o kvantové mechanice, aniž by se mu zato?ila hlava, jí nerozumí.

Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.

I went to get a detective story. You have to kill time. But time will kill me too - and there´s the true, preestablished balance.

the man who does not understand a woman is happy to replace his subjective deficiency with an objective resistance; instead of admitting his ignorance, he recognizes the presence of a mystery exterior to himself: here is an excuse that flatters his laziness and vanity at the same time.

C'est pour sauvegarder ce mystère que les hommes ont supplié longtemps les femmes de ne pas abandoner les robes longues (...) tout ce qui accentue en l'Autre la différence le rend plus désirable, puisque c'est l'Autre en tant que tel que l'homme veut s'approprier.

Mystère pour l'homme, la femme est regardée comme mystère en soi.

Ce n'est donc pas l'amitié qui brisera la solitude où l'homme s'est enfermé; il n'est jamais possible à un individu de partager les joies et les peines d'un autre, ni même de les comprendre. Les êtres sont impénétrables, les consciences sont incommunicables; dans l'amour, l'amitié, dans toutes les affections, chacun reste pour l'autre un mystérieux étranger.

Of all these myths none is more firmly anchored in masculine hearts than that of the feminine mystery. It has numerous advantages. And first of all it permits an easy explanation of all that appears inexplicable; the man who does not understand a woman is happy to substitute an objective resistance for a subjective deficiency of mind; instead of admitting his ignorance, he perceives the presence of a mystery outside himself; an alibi, indeed, that flatters laziness and vanity at once.

Il fallait cueillir sur ses lèvres les mots qu'elle s'arrachait dans un souffle et que leur mystère rendait troublants comme des oracles. Ses souvenirs, ses idées, ses soucis flottaient hors du temps, transformés en rêves irréels et poignants par sa voix puérile et l'imminence de sa mort.

We cannot take a step toward the heavens. God crosses the universe and comes to us.

The beautiful is the experimental proof that the incarnation is possible.

The sum of the particular intentions of God is the universe itself.

The true God is the God we conceive as all-powerful, but Who nevertheless does not command it where He has the power, for God is found only in the heavens or here below in secret.

Dieu n'a pu créer qu'en se cachant. Autrement il n'y aurait que lui.

For the action of grace in our hearts is secret and silent.

God can only be present in creation under the form of absence.

The mysteries of the faith are not an object for the intelligence as the faculty which permits affirmation or denial. They are not of the order of the truth, but above it. The only part of the human soul capable of real contact with them is the faculty of supernatural love. Therefore, it alone is capable of adherence to them.

Our Father only resides in secret. Love should not go without modesty. True faith implies great discretion even over against itself. It is a secret between God and us in which we ourselves have almost no part.

we have to fix our will on the void—to will the void. For the good which we can neither picture nor define is a void for us. But this void is fuller than all fullnesses. If we get as far as this we shall come through all right, for God fills the void. It has nothing to do with an intellectual process in the present-day sense. The intelligence has nothing to discover, it has only to clear the ground. It is only good for servile tasks.

The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth.

If I insist on knowing exactly what God is doing and what He plans to do with my future, if I demand to understand His ways with me in the past, I can never be content until I am equal with God.

No one, even among the Washington correspondents, seemed to know precisely how much of a part in Senator Windrip's career was taken by his secretary, Lee Sarason. When Windrip had first seized power in his state, Sarason had been managing editor of the most widely circulated paper in all that part of the country. Sarason's genesis was and remained a mystery.

They never learned whether she was in trade, living on alimony, or possessed of a family income. Sam suspected that she was an international spy. She was a pleasant woman, and very clever. She talked about herself constantly, and never told anything whatever about herself