Quotes About Mystery

What happens when you die? Well, we're not completely sure. But the evidence seems to suggest that nothing happens. You're just dead, your brain stops working, and then you're not around to ask annoying questions anymore

wondering what challenges awaited me inside

My God, it's full of stars," I heard a disembodied voice say. I recognized it as a sound bite from the film 2010.

GSS—13th Floor—Vault #42–8675309.

I didn't get to find out who or what Kilgore was, because my father walked over and closed Milo's pod canopy for him. Then he walked back over and watched nervously as I raised his QComm and placed the video call to my mother.

Og led us through the mansion's lavish front entrance. The lights were off inside, but instead of turning them on, Morrow took an honest-to-God torch off the wall and used it to illuminate our way.

Jesus," Aech muttered, shaking her head. "If you're right…this is some extremely twisted shit we've gotten ourselves mixed up in, fam.

Continue your quest by taking the test Yes, but what test? What test was I supposed to take? The Kobayashi Maru? The Pepsi Challenge? Could the clue have been any more vague?

You lose it if you talk about it.

Listen! Listen to stories! For spirituality itself is conveyed by stories, which use words in ways that go beyond words to speak the language of the heart. Especially in a spirituality of imperfection, a spirituality of not having all the answers, stories convey the mystery and the miracle - and the adventure - of being alive.

Los monos cantaban cerca de la casa en la madrugada, y un poco más tristes al atardecer, y eso contribuía a que se acentuara más la sensación de la soledad y el misterio, y la emoción de la vida salvaje.

Tenía una suave morenez, la piel del rostro muy tersa y tierna, que invitaba a ser besada, y los ojos negros muy luminosos—"la noche hecha luz

The word that most perfectly describes the city of Cuzco is evocative. Intangible dust of another era settles on its streets, rising like the disturbed sediment of a muddy lake when you touch its bottom.

He still could not understand why he had nothing, and would never have anything, and there was no one who knew and who could tell him. It was the unsolved mystery of his life.

vague, very vague.

We have then, a basic social coin. With awe on one side and shame on the other. The audience senses secret mysteries and powers behind the performance, and the performer senses that his chief secrets are petty ones. As countless folktales and initiation rites show, often the real secret behind the mystery is that there really is no mystery; the real problem is to prevent the audience from learning this too.

An acceptable proportion must be maintained whether in a novel, therapy or everyday life — between pain and other aspects of living. Humor, irony, diversity of interests, a sense of adventure, mystery, love — all are story elements passed over by those people who are most imprisoned within their pain. Such persons can be only temporarily interesting, either in a novel or in life itself.

Far too often, when we think we are frightened by mystery, the fact is that we are haunted by history.

Science cannot tell us a word about why music delights us, of why and how an old song can move us to tears.

It is by avoiding the rapid decay into the inert state of 'equilibrium' that an organism appears so enigmatic;

The second may well be beyond human understanding.

The kid come in at a strange angle, made the notes glitter like crystal.

My father? I did not know my father.

I felt as if Delphi herself were calling out to me: Come and know me if you can! It takes a special kind of person to learn my secrets. Are you strong or nimble enough to fight through my crowds? Are you smart enough to find your way through my streets? Are you wise enough to deal with any peril or adventure I might choose to throw across your path? I am Delphi, and I dare you to conquer me! And I am Helen of Sparta , I thought. I'm your match, just wait and see.