Quotes About Mystery

Quando si riuscì, almeno entro una certa misura, a dare una prima risposta al problema, risultò, come poi doveva puntualmente ripetersi nel campo degli studi solaristici, che la spiegazione non faceva che sostituire un enigma con un altro, a volte ancor più sconcertante.

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world (from where?), space is by far the less mysterious. . . . Space is, after all, solid, monolithic. . . . Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would even say against human nature.

The night transfixed me; the night took possession of me, enveloped and penetrated me, impalpable, insubstantial. Turned to stone.

DüÅŸün ki ben bir bak???kçan?n mimarisinin t?pk?üretimini yapabilme yetisindeyim, bileÅŸimini biliyorum, gerekli teknolojim var... bir bak???kça yarat?yorum ve okyanusa b?rak?yorum. Ama bunu niye yapt???m? bilmiyorum, iÅŸlevini bilmiyorum, bak???kçan?n okyanus için ne anlama geldiÄŸini bilmiyorum...

no hay cosa que deseéis más que averiguar lo que no podéis averiguar! Pero qué le vamos a hacer.

Zum zweiten faszinierte euch das Denken, das so quälend nahe, weil in der Introspektion gegeben ist, und so rätselhaft, weil es sich eurem Zugriff wirksamer entzieht als die Sterne.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontier

Grof, S. 2006. The Ultimate Journey: Consciousness and the Mystery of Death. Ben Lomond, CA: MAPS Publications.

El ser humano ha emprendido el viaje en busca de otros mundos, otras civilizaciones, sin haber conocido a fondo sus propios escondrijos, sus callejones sin salida, sus pozos, o usus oscuras puertas atrancadas. - Solaris

El ser humano ha emprendido el viaje en busca de otros mundos, otras civilizaciones, sin haber conocido a fondo sus propios escondrijos, sus callejones sin salida, sus pozos, o sus oscuras puertas atrancadas. El ser humano ha emprendido el viaje en busca de otros mundos, otras civilizaciones, sin haber conocido a fondo sus propios escondrijos, sus callejones sin salida, sus pozos, o sus oscuras puertas atrancadas. - Solaris

Ä°nsanoÄŸlu baÅŸka dünyalar, baÅŸka uygarl?klar bulmak için yola düÅŸmüÅŸtü ama, karanl?k geçitlerde gizli bölmelerden oluÅŸan kendi öz labirentini tan?mam??, kendi mühürlediÄŸi kap?lar?n ard?nda neler yapt???n? bulup ç?karamam??t?.

Finally we learn the Mystery—that unless we find the Goddess within ourselves we will never find Her without. She is both internal and external; as solid as a rock, as changeable as our own internal image of Her.

And so we learn the Mystery: the feared Shadow, the Guardian of the Threshold, is none other than the God, who is named Guardian of the Gates, in his aspect of Death.

And you who seek to know Me, know that the seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am That which is attained at the end of desire.

The mystery of the feminine heart was meant to be a good thing, by the way. A source of joy.

At the time no one really knew for sure that John Cropsey was more than the stuff of campfire stories. Not the townspeople, who saw their businesses wither and die with the bad publicity he brought. Not even the survivors of of his onslaught against Camp Beechwood. The only people who were certain that Cropsey was more than just the figment of a vivid imagination were the ones who would never share their secret knowledge: his victems.

Gratis?» ha detto la mamma. È l'unica parola al mondo a cui non sa resistere. Da anni le teniamo nascosto che si muore gratis, perché sarebbe capace di suicidarsi all'istante.

L'unico modo per non temere la morte è non pensarla e non crederle. Voltarle le spalle, anche se lei è ovunque, e non puoi voltare le spalle a ciò che è ovunque. Puoi voltare le spalle al deserto? Uno dei misteri della morte è proprio questa nostra follia: tentare di non temerla.

Oui, je suis Mademoiselle Lycanthrope. Volete camminare con me signore, per le vie della Parigi notturna? E' una notte di luna quasi piena e noi quasi ci ameremo. Nessun urlo o ululato o macchia di sangue per strada. Solo una vaga malinconia. La luna, la luna, è una severa maestra. Anche stasera non uccidiamo. Balliamo. Domani forse, qualcuno ci ucciderà.

I saw something nasty in the woodshed.

The trees' bare bony fingers point crookedly towards Heaven or Hell or worse than that, towards nowhere.

But in dying so suddenly her mother had become a riddle at the gate instead of the road you walked to get there.

Stephanie Laurens

we'll find your treasure." Shifting his head, he pressed