Quotes About Mystery

The World I Live In I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs. The world I live in and believe in is wider than that. And anyway, what's wrong with Maybe? You wouldn't believe what once or twice I have seen. I'll just tell you this: only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.

What's magical, sometimes, has deeper roots than reason. I hope everyone knows that.

The cricket doesn't wonder if there's a heaven or, if there is, if there's room for him. It's fall. Romance is over. Still, he sings. If he can, he enters a house through the tiniest crack under the door. Then the house grows colder. He sings slower and slower. Then, nothing. This must mean something, I don't know what. But certainly it doesn't mean he hasn't been an excellent cricket all his life.

When death is about to happen does the body grow heavier, or lighter?

Whatever you know about here it doesn't tell you

Miles below in the cold woods, with the mouse and the owl, with the clearness of water sheeted and hidden, with the reason for the wind forever a secret, he descends and sits with me, his voice like the snapping of bones.

Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough? Certainly any god might turn away in disgust. Think of Sheba approaching the kingdom of Solomon. Do you think she had to ask, "Is this the place?

Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still it explains nothing.

Understand, I am always trying to figure out what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape

Through the trees there is the sound of the wind, palavering...

Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough?

And this is what I learned: that the world's otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this otherness - the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books - can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.

The cloth sack had turned back into his backpack.

So let's not tell anyone," said Annie. "Dad won't believe it," said

Perhaps some things should remain mysteries and are better kept in our hearts. We should not try to explain them.

the final secret, you must go To a burning mountain of ice and snow On wheels, by air, then all fall down, Till you come to the Cave of the Ancient Crown. Then speed to Camelot by close of day, Lest grief take Merlin forever away.

Jack opened his eyes. They were wearing their own clothes again. A lightning bug blinked inside the growing darkness of the tree house. Annie picked up Morgan's note. She repeated the rhyme: To find a special magic, You must

STALLION BY STARLIGHT

The tree house started to spin. It spun faster and faster. Then everything was still. Absolutely still. (Magic Tree House Series)

Night of the Ninjas.

The ninja master.

Jack and Annie stepped out of the chariot. Jack's legs were so wobbly he could hardly walk.

Jack put the card with the glowing letters ML on it into his backpack. "I'm ready," he said.

Jack and Annie went quietly down the stairs. Then they slipped out the door into the chilly, damp night.