Quotes About Mystery

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still they have one thing that I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally

I could introduce myself, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. You soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

Qué gran maldad puede encubrir la prolongación de una vida.

Rudy was interested, and confused. The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

Os seres humanos me assombram.

I don't pretend to understand these feelings, but I'm willing to let the inexplicable sit sacred.

All of Venice is tattered, resewn, achingly lovely, and like an enchantress, she disarms me, making off with the very breath of me.

He quickly stuffed the book between the cushion and the arm of the sofa. The title alone was enough to kill off brain cells: Within a Budding Grave.

And how did he ever think he'd get away with murdering me?" Her tone implied she must surely belong to that rare breed of mortals who must go unmurdered.

So what's interesting? It ain't like he

Who let the dogs in? ...This, we fear, is going to be the question. Who let the dogs in? Who let the dogs in? Who? Who?

How do you think the world popped into existence? - I'd say wee we are at least five Albert Einsteins away from answering this question.

7] The Shadows Code In the 1930's a mysterious crime-fighter called the Shadow was the hero of a popular pulp magazine and an even more popular radio show. Dressed all in black, the Shadow could glide unseen through the darkness to battle the forces of evil. Stories about the Shadow, written by Maxwell Grant (pseudonym for the Shadow's creator, Walter B. Gibson), often contained curious codes. This cipher, from a novelette called The Chain of Death, is one of the best.

so often with Michelangelo, the strangeness is inseparable from the power of the work.

In der Region, in der alles, was gefunden wird, im Lichte der Ursache-Wirkungs-Beziehung dargestellt wird, kann selbst Gott seine Heiligkeit und Herrlichkeit und all die Geheimnis seiner Distanz verlieren.

Philosophy, then, is that thinkins with which one can start nothing and about which housemaids necessarily laugh. Such a definition of philosophy is not a mere joke but is something to think over. We shall fo well to remember occasionally that by our strolling we can fall into a well whereby we may not reach ground for quite some time.

the wonder that this world is worlding around us at all, that there are beings rather than nothing, that things are and we ourselves are in their midst, that we ourselves are and yet barely know who we are, and barely know that we do not know all this.

To describe Monroe's books is like trying to describe the Lowcountry itself.

Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.

He knew he was alive when he was with her, whatever the devil that meant. Whatever the devil it did mean, it made all the difference. And he was not even sure what that meant.

Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.

That is the excitement of life, he said when he was finished. The not knowing. It is often best not to know.

Sometimes sexuality was more compelling when it was not overt.