Quotes About Mystery

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets.

It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.

Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.

A mystery is a problem that encroaches upon itself because the questioner becomes the object of the question. Getting to Mars is a problem. Falling in love is a mystery.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

I love the idea that magic and witchcraft and battles between supernatural creatures could be raging all around us but just out of our sight.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.

We Americans are trained to think big, talk big, act big, love big, admire bigness but then the essential mystery is in the small.

Why is love easy? I don't know. And the raccoons don't say.

I don't think you can define love.

There's 2 things I love in this world: Burritos and Murder

Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.

The mystery of God touches us - or does not - in the smallest details: giving a strawberry, with love; receiving a touch, with love; sharing the snapdragon red of an autumn sunset, with love.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Didn't you know that people hide love like a flower too precious to be picked?

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.

The sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea.