Quotes About Mystery

Mystery and terror are the bulwarks of tyranny.

We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it.

The wolf exerts a powerful influence on the human imagination. It takes your stare and turns it back on you

Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd told her enough that she knew it wasn't hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.

Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.

It was an ugly day. It was an ugly room. Except for the body.

him jump a little inside whenever they roamed his way. Her hair—off-limits to touch, but not to his other senses—entranced him, jet black, shoulder-length, tightly coiled like powerful springs, smelling slightly of chemicals and cinnamon, the beads at the end of each braid clicking together as she walked.

Today she told me about the Crow King.

Howie: "What if the whole thing was just an accident?" Jazz: "And what? Accidentally cut off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I'll take them with me…Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?

Faith is a mystery and an experience of the divine in the world, not a solution to a set of problems.

In Jesus, God really becomes a mystery, makes himself known as the unknown, speaks as the eternally Silent One.

Batman I'm not going to kill you. I want you to do me a favor. I want you to tell all your friends about me. Nic What are you Batman I'm Batman

Bruce Wayne Y'see, my life is really com-PLEX.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.

The absurd and legendary devil is the enigma of the Church.

It was the woman who first began to grope for the mysteries of the other's soul. She took his head in her hands and held it as though it were a large and heavy fruit, gathered in the sun.

Oh no! we never mention her, Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.

Many people find it hard to understand what it is about a mountain that draws men and women to risk their lives on her freezing, icy faces - all for a chance at that single, solitary moment on the top. It can be hard to explain. But I also relate to the quote that says, Iif you have to ask, you will never understand.

Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how

Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on the lobe of her left ear. Did she know it was there? It was a lover's privilege to know another's body almost better than she herself did.

The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.

There's no mystery any more. So my instinct is to show very little, because there's much too much information about everyone, everywhere right now. Reality TV is an example of that.

Realization that is beyond characteristic or designation is marvelous!

I am inclined to think that the realm of mythology is where the Yeti rightly belongs.