Quotes About Mystery

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go to a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

Never had he beheld such a magnificent brown skin, so entrancing a figure, such dainty, transparent fingers. He stood gazing in wonder at her work-basket as if it was something extraordinary. What was her name? Where did she live and what sort of life did she lead? What was her past? He wanted to know what furniture she had in her bedroom, the dresses she wore, the people she knew; even his physical desire for her gave way to a deeper yearning, a boundless, aching curiosity.

Od svega ovoga što sledi niko ništa nije znao, i oni koji su me svakog dana vi?ali nisu znali ništa više od drugih; bili su, u odnosu na mene, kao postelja u kojoj spavam i koja ne zna moje snove. A usotalom, zar ljudsko srce nije ogromno samovanje u koje niko ne može da prodre?

Les cÅ"urs des femmes sont comme ces petits meubles à secret, pleins de tiroirs emboîtés les uns dans les autres ; on se donne du mal, on se casse les ongles, et on trouve au fond quelque fleur desséchée, des brins de poussière – ou le vide !

Un homme, au contraire, ne devait-il pas tout connaître, exceller en des activités multiples, vous initier aux énergies de la passion, aus raffinements de la vie, à tous les mystères?

Spiritul acesta, pozitiv în mijlocul exalt?rilor sale, care iubise biserica pentru florile ei, muzica pentru cuvintele romanÅ£elor, literatura pentru aÅ£â??rile ei pasionale, se r?zvr?tea în faÅ£a misterelor credinÅ£ei, dup? cum se îndârjea ÅŸi mai aprig împotriva disciplinei de nesuportat pentru firea ei.

Anyway, what was the use? Women's hearts were like those desks full of secret drawers that fit one inside another; you struggle with them, you break your fingernails, and at the bottom you find a withered flower, a little dust, or nothing at all!

Thus death is only an illusion, a veil, masking betimes the continuity of life.

A man, on the contrary, should he not know everything, excel in manifold activities, initiate you into the energies of passion, the refinements of life, all mysteries? But this one taught nothing, knew nothing, wished nothing. He thought her happy; and she resented this easy calm, this serene heaviness, the very happiness she gave him.

Quels étaient son nom, sa demeure, sa vie, son passé ? Il souhaitait connaître les meubles de sa chambre, toutes les robes qu'elle avait portées, les gens qu'elle fréquentait ; et le désir de la possession physique même disparaissait sous une envie plus profonde, dans une curiosité douloureuse qui n'avait pas de limites.

What he then saw was like an apparition. She was seated in the middle of a bench all alone, or, at any rate, he could see no one, dazzled as he was by her eyes.

Dar cum sa vorbesti despre un rau care nu poate fi descris,care isi schimba infatisarea ca norii, care se involbureaza ca vantul?

Frauenherzen sind wie jene kleinen Geheimschränke voll ineinander geschachtelter Schubfächer; man müht sich, bricht sich die Nägel ab, und findet dann auf dem Grund eine verdorrte Blume, ein Krümchen Staub – oder gähnende Leere!

At that time you were to me I know not what incomprehensible force that took captive my life.

Les âmes des morts, disait-il, se résolvent dans la lune comme les cadavres dans la terre. Leurs larmes composent son humidité: c'est un séjour obscur plein de fange, de débris et de tempêtes.

Ženska srca su kao one male komode sa tajnim skrovištima, prepune fioka koje se uvlace jedne u druge; uzalud se ?ovek mu?i, polomi nokte, da bi na kraju, negde na dnu, pronašao neki sparušeni cvet, prašinu ili ništa!

ought not a man to know everything, excel in numerous activities, initiate you in the forces of passion, in the refinements of life, in all the mysteries? But this one taught nothing, knew nothing, desired nothing. He believed her happy; and she resented him for this stolid calm, this serene dullness, for the very happiness that she gave him.

Whereas a man, surely, should know about everything; excel in a multitude of activities, introduce you to passion in all its force, to life in all its grace, initiate you into all mysteries! But this one had nothing to teach; knew nothing, wanted nothing.

But shouldn't a man know everything, excel at a host of different activities, initiate you into the intensities of passion, the refinements of life, all its mysteries? Yet this man taught her nothing, knew nothing, wished for nothing. He thought she was happy; and she resented him for that settled calm, that ponderous serenity, that very happiness which she herself brought him.

I have an immoderate passion for water; for the sea, though so vast, so restless, so beyond one's comprehension; for rivers, beautiful, yet fugitive and elusive; but especially for marshes, teeming with all that mysterious life of the creatures that haunt them. A marsh is a whole world within a world, a different world, with a life of its own, with its own permanent denizens, its passing visitors, its voices, its sounds, its own strange mystery.

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?

I had kissed her at odd times, in out of the way corners, in the manner of a mountain guide, nothing more.