Quotes About Mystery

The mechanism of the heavens was clearer, the mechanism of their courts was still murky. [Scene fourteen. English version by Charles Laughton.]

Una delle principali cause della miseria delle scienze sta, molto spesso, nella loro presunzione di essere ricche. Scopo della scienza non è tanto quello di aprire una porta all'infinito sapere, quanto quello di porre una barriera all'infinita ignoranza.

Hitherto the supernatural has always been the makeweight of human ignorance; is it, in truth, this and nothing else?

Both a baby and a poem masquerade as something we've created, when we know that they arrive from somewhere beyond us, that they are gifts.

You've just read of a woman remembering an orange thrown through a window, without knowing why she remembers this. You will either remember reading this and know why you remember reading this, or you will remember reading this and not know why you remember reading this, or you will not remember reading this, possibly forever.

Dating sounds so artificial--how could you get to know someone that way? We insisted: love is more than mystery, and romance can survive intimacy.

Well. I don't suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can't.

But even so, I wondered--how well do we really ever know someone?

Mange sider ved mors liv og død kommer til å forbli et mysterium, men mens jeg lå der i sengen og sorterte minnene, var det én ting som sto klart for meg: selv i sine ville stunder, når hun så fyrverkerier eksplodere og håret hennes sto til alle kanter, elsket mamma meg.

I'd never heard of a holy man named after a llama. I'd never heard of a great, gaping vagina. And I didn't know a thing about the black boomerang of karma. all I knew for sure was this: I had been plunked into a strange, perfumed world that, as far as I could tell, seemed to be run entirely by women.

From the highest branch he watches and waits. The horned owl keeps secrets.

like a deep bruise, the memory of Momma's final day jolts me whenever I bump up against it. I suspect it always will. So much about my mother's life and death would forever remain a mystery

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I've learned. It's the heart that takes top honors.

We chase the mysteries we can't solve, the ghosts we will not meet, the cajolery of the stories we must fabricate ourselves, the ironic icon.

The world is so strange that maybe it's perfectly logical.

if I die suddenly, my gravestone might appropriately offer this insight into my departure: "God got tired." I require lots of work.

I don't know how, but I know Who

For many years, biographers and scholars, beginning with her great nephew James Austen-Leigh, presented her as a quiet, reserved, proper woman, but one has only to read her novels to realize that she was nothing so bland. Her genius, her craft, and her timeless prose are no secret, but thanks to Cassandra's scissors, most other aspects of her life will probably remain a mystery.

Pete opened the cellar doors.

The ways of the Lord are filled with wonder and mystery.

dark, inquisitive eyes and a little pink nose.

Friday, Mrs. Brisbane

I don't know what color I'll be when I come back!

Gail giggled. Mrs. Brisbane