Quotes About Mystery

It was a perfect night for a killing.

Q: What's invisible and smells of worms? A: Bird farts.

Q: What has eight eyes and eight legs? A: Eight pirates.

Chien was careful to avoid debates over science and faith. To him, wonder was wonder and did not require further complications.

Beats thinking about whatever's waiting in Stonewall.

Because part of it is running on automatic. Hearing little whispers from far away.

Well, who's real? The living or the dead?

And just what is the nature of things?" "It's beyond us. Not to be understood. The sun blows a fuse here and shoots energy there, and here's this small ball of rock minding its own business ninety-three-million miles away and suddenly it's all turned upside down. The natural law gets rewritten and even the science goes to shit. Along comes a new science. New creatures, new people.

You have in your hand the Pearl of the Universe. The Paragon of Pearls. The great Pearl of Heaven!

Everyone in our tribe had two names, the real one which was secret and was seldom used, and one which was common, for if people use your secret name it becomes worn out and loses its magic.

whisper of a smile

Why, my client wondered, would a guy like me make his living like this? Well, you'd think the three hundred dollars he paid just to watch me take a shower would have given him a clue.

I do not know if God will reveal Him, Her, or Itself to me as a craggy old African man with a long white beard, or a mature, Rubenesque woman barely concealed by clouds, or as some kind of mollusk.

I had known another world. It is impossible to give it a name. There are words like enchantment, words like bliss, but they didn't say it, they were stupid words. No words really said it. There was nothing to say about it except that I had known it, it had been mine. It was the one real thing, more real than the world.

This is just fantastic. We spend one night in that house, and now we're on a goddamn supernatural scavenger hunt.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church, because we are members of his body. "Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh." This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. (Eph. 5:29–32)

He made known to us the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times reach their fulfillment—to bring unity to all things in heaven and on earth under Christ. (Eph. 1:9–10 NIV)

Oh, the joy of knowing your good answers to our prayers include "Yes," "No," "Maybe," "Not yet," and "Not telling you"!

Certainly, de Grandin was not the first occult detective—Algernon Blackwood's John Silence, Hodgson's Thomas Carnacki, and Sax Rohmer's Moris Klaw preceded him—nor was he the last, as Wellman's John Thunstone, Margery Lawrence's Miles Pennoyer, and Joseph Payne Brennan's Lucius Leffing all either overlapped with the end of de Grandin's run or followed him.

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

Be the necklace-fire of stars, The cauterizing lightning. Bewilder us with good.

Was music once a proof of God's existence? As long as it admits things beyond measure, That supposition stands.

Famous for his deeds a warrior may be, but it remains a mystery where his life will end, when he may no longer dwell in the mead-hall among his own.