Quotes About Mystery

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes.

And we, my dears, everything we are and ever will be are just a twinkle in her eye,.

The room had kept his secrets. It gave nothing away. Not in the disarray of rumpled sheets, nor the untidiness of a kicked off shoe, or a wet towel hung over the back of a chair. Or a half-read book. It was like a room in a hospital after the nurse had just been. The floor was clean, the walls white. The cupboard closed. Shoes arranged. The dustbin empty.

They had always fitted together like pieces of an unsolved (and perhaps unsolvable) puzzle

Margaret Kochamma found herself drawn towards him like a plant in a dark room towards a wedge of light.

He began to look wiser than he really was. Like a fisherman in a city. With sea-secrets in him

Ja vi?a grib?tu, lai piepild?s k?da maza v?l?šan?s, t? b?tu- Nezin?t. Nezin?t, ko katra diena vi?ai sniegs. Nezin?t, kur vi?a b?s r?t, n?kamaj? m?nes? vai gad?. P?c desmit gadiem. Nezin?t, k? vi?as ce?š pagriez?sies un kas gaida aiz l?kuma.

Big thinks lurks unsaid inside

You're the Imam Sahib, not me. Where do old birds go to die? Do they fall on us like stones from the sky? Do we stumble on their bodies in the streets? Do you not think that the All-Seeing, Almighty One who put us on this Earth has made proper arrangements to take us away?

You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn't. And yet you want to know again.

He rows home -Thaiy thaiy thakka thaiy thaiy thome - thinking how wrong it is for a fisherman to believe that he knows his river well. No one knows the Meenachal. No one knows what it may snatch or suddenly yield. Or when. That is what makes the fisherman pray.

Stavano con lui per ore, accasciati per terra - punti interrogativi accoccolati in una pozza di trucioli di legno - e si chiedevano come mai Velutha sembrava sempre sapere quali forme levigate lo aspettassero all'interno di un pezzo di legno.

Really, there is no need for me to explain it because I think readers are as mysterious as writers, and they understand things. You don't need to cater to them.

My life has a superb cast, but I can't figure out the plot.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets.

A year on, Eleanor remained haunted by what happened to her. She still had no idea where the bacteria came from. Perhaps the foot soak and pedicure she had gotten at a small hair-and-nail shop the day before that wedding.

But in the end, I came to think, there was also something more vital and, in a certain way, poignant drawing us in.

I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic

Outside, the trees do their witchy dance.

Og la oss ikke anklage Herren om vi ser små uskyldige barn lide. Ingen kan vite hvorfor, men den guddommelige rettferdighet lar oss ane at det er på grunn av forbrytelser begått før ankomsten til denne verden.

Aunt Esther: You think you supposed to know everything. Life is a mystery. Don't you know life is a mystery? I see you still trying to figure it out. It ain't all for you to know. It's all an adventure. That's all life is. But you got to trust that adventure.

Why God got to be so big? Why he got to be bigger than me?

All of us are richer and more fascinating and more complex than we can ever know.

And human instinct is ancient and reliable, utterly mysterious and possibly capable of great genius. I believe that refined, fluent instincts are a person's most valuable asset. My own instincts have repeatedly guided me against the grain of logic and probability. When I have trusted and followed their direction, they have never been wrong. I don't know how or why. But I know that every significant experience-positive or negative-sharpens them and makes them more accurate.