Quotes About Mystery

in spite of the men who gripped him by each shoulder, the prisoner stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle on the path on the way to the gallows. It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to destroy a healthy, conscious man. When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle, I saw the mystery, the unspeakable wrongness, of cutting a life short when it is in full tide. This man was not dying, he was alive just as we were alive.

No podían conseguir que cambiaras tus sentimientos: de hecho, ni tú mismo podías cambiarlos por más que quisieras. Podían averiguar hasta el último detalle de lo que habías hecho, dicho o pensado; pero el interior de tu corazón, cuyo funcionamiento era un misterio incluso para ti, seguía siendo inexpugnable.

It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to destroy a healthy, conscious man. When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle, I saw the mystery, the unspeakable, the wrongness of cutting a life short when it is in full tide. [...] He and we were a party of men walking together, seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding the same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap, one of us would be gone – one mind less, one world less.

Sin duda,podrían saber hasta el más pequeño detalle todo lo que uno hubiera hecho, dicho o pensado;pero el fondo del corazón, cuyo contenido era un misterio incluso para su dueño, se mantendría siempre inexpugnable.

Je?li chce si? zachowa? tajemnic?, nale?y ukry? j? nawet przed sob?.

NASIL'?n? anl?yorum: NEDEN'ini anlam?yorum.

Some said that he died with tears on his cheeks, his last words being the uncharacteristically hesitant, "I am perplexed." Others thought that his final utterance was the melancholic admission, "Sometimes I hate myself." His

Oh, woman, woman! (...) Thou art a mystery, an abyss, and he who thinks to know thee is totally mad.

The muffled syllables that Nature speaks Fill us with deeper longing for her word; She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks, She makes a sweeter music than is heard.

We must see God not as a Him (some linear rewarding fellow) but an IT, a great beast beyond our understanding, who wants something from us, and we must give it, and all we may control is the spirit in which we give it and the ultimate end which the giving serves.

And they left, neither knowing how close they had come to getting Darkenfloxxedâ"¢ out their wing-wangs.

Show your cock, she says, and dies again.

Why must all nighttime farm windows be orange? is a sweet mystery to think upon as down to sleep you

There was no moon.

Existimos para la oscuridad». ¿Esto

I believe the matter of music to be central to that of the meanings of man, of man's access to or abstention from metaphysical experience. Our capacities to compose and to respond to musical form and sense directly implicate the mystery of the human condition. To ask 'what is music?' may well be one way of asking 'what is man?

Tot ceea ce putem spune despre limb?, ca ÅŸi despre moarte este, într- un anumit sens, un adev?r inaccesibil.

Be sure that head and heart were laid In wisdom down, content to die. Be sure he faced the Starless Sky Unduped, unmurmuring, unafraid. ("The Passing of Bierce")

Or sit they girt by laws unknown Whereto the senses serve as bars – With fire of unrecorded stars That light a heaven not our own? ("The Testimony of the Suns")

For mystery hath lordship here, and ye Seem spirit-flowers born to startle man With intimations of eternity And hint of what the flowers of Heaven may be.

How long must a man lie dead," he recited, puzzled by the words that came out of him. "Forever is too long. There must be mercy somewhere.

je saisis en sombrant que la seule verité de l'homme, enfin entrevue, est d'être une supplication sans réponse.

Un rond, pas tout à fait clos, finissant par un trait horizontal: on aurait dit un grand G vu dans un miroir.

È conoscendo meglio la vittima che in genere si scopre l'assassino.