Quotes About Mystery

Strahlt ein Leuchtturm allzu hell, verwirrt er die vorüberfahrenden Schiffe und zieht die wunderlichsten Schicksale an.(...) Ich glaube es gibt eine bestimmte Art von Anziehungskraft, deren Daseinsenergie unermüdlich nach Veränderung verlangt.

Forse non riuscirò mai a voltarmi indietro completamente. Se la vita è un accumularsi di cose che, per quanto ci si sforzi, proprio non si possono spiegare, allora questo avvenimento basterebbe da solo a esaurire il mistero di una intera esistenza.

Alles kommt aus dem Nil, und alles verschwindet im Nil. Der Gott der Sonne zieht am Mittagshimmel entlang, reist abends durch die Unterwelt und kehrt am Morgen wieder zurück.

Her eyes were too knowing and serene; the expression on her face hinted that she had tasted deeply of the sorrows and joys of this world. The air around her seemed somehow charged.

El pavor que infunde el río es el pavor y la inmensidad inescrutable que suscita el fluir del tiempo

The parent-child connection was as deep and wide as the ocean, as mysterious as heaven, as impossible to explain as love.

those of us who wish to draw near to God should not be surprised when our vision goes cloudy, for this is a sign that we are approaching the opaque splendor of God. If we decide to keep going beyond the point where our eyes or minds are any help to us, we may finally arrive at the pinnacle of the spiritual journey toward God, which exists in complete and dazzling darkness.

Salvation is a word for the divine spaciousness that comes to human beings in all the tight places where their lives are at risk, regardless of how they got there or whether they know God's name. Sometimes it comes as an extended human hand and sometimes as a bolt from the blue, but either way it opens a door in what looked for all the world like a wall. This is the way of life, and God alone knows how it works.

To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings. —Wendell Berry

God shows up in whirlwinds, starry skies, burning bushes, and perfect strangers.

The wind smelled like the moon. I went up there so many times in the weeks that followed that I no longer remember which night it was that God finally answered my prayer. I do not think it was right at the beginning, when I was still saying my prayers in words. I think it came later, when I had graduated to inchoate sounds. Up on that fire escape, I learned to pray the way a wolf howls. I learned to pray the way that Ella Fitzgerald sang scat.

when we run from darkness, how much do we really know about what we are running from? If we turn away from darkness on principle, doing everything we can to avoid it because there is simply no telling what it contains, isn't there a chance that what we are running from is God?

An unguarded face is a deep well; you don't go there casually, without ropes or lamps.

When I ask people to tell me how Jesus could be both fully human and fully divine, they often describe a kind of laminating process, in which his humanity was encased in divine plastic.

All was in God's plan, and he had to accept even as he didn't understand.

God's will is a mysterious thing sometimes. But I don't have to understand. It's enough for me to know that whether He reveals why He's done something or not, He is all-knowing.

Is it possible for a ghost to have a baby?

Then there was the fragrance of honeysuckle and the haunting mystery and inescapable wonder of love, which was as free as the wind, as deep as the ocean and as high as the sky.

For what remains veiled in one era comes back, as a ghost, to haunt us in another.

Why, Sandilands? Why?

Two people were swimming in the sea One was alive and the other dead. See.

The mysteries of life are infinitely frustrating for those of us who try to make sense of them,

There was certainly more to him than

What's happened? What's wrong?" he asked. "I