Quotes About Mystery

It was one of those feminine faces whose every line has its own particular charm, and seems to possess a meaning, whose every movement seems to reveal or to conceal something.

There is a part of everything which is unexplored, because we are accustomed to using our eyes only in association with the memory of what people before us have thought of the thing we are looking at. Even the smallest thing has something in it which is unknown.

O sleep! ridiculous mystery which makes faces appear so grotesque, you are the revealer of human ugliness. You uncover all shortcomings, all deformities and all defects. You turn every face touched by you into a caricature.

Is it not rather the touch of Love, of Love the Mysterious, who seeks constantly to unite two beings, who tries his strength the instant he has put a man and a woman face to face?

Daylight does not lend itself to terror: objects and people are plain to see; and we encounter there only those things which dare to show themselves in the glare of day. But night, opaque night denser than walls, night, empty and infinite and so black and fathomless that terrifying things reach out and touch us, night when we feel horror stirring, mysteriously prowling?night seemed to him to hide some unknown, imminent, threatening danger. What could it be?

Iat-o eterna: Femeia era intradevar pentru el copilul de douasprezece ori mai imour de care vorbeste poetul (...) fiinta slaba, periculoasa, in chip misterios tulburatoare... Abatele Marignan - O viata

Quantas vezes passamos ao lado de uma felicidade possível, sem darmos por ela, visto que não há quem possa penetrar no mistério dos pensamentos, nos abandonos secretos da vontade, nos apelos mudos da carne, em todo o desconhecido de uma alma de mulher cuja boca permanece silenciosa e o olhar impenetrável e claro?

D'où viennent ces influences mystérieuses qui changent en découragement notre bonheur et notre confiance en détresse

In that case I was a somnambulist — was living, without knowing it, that double, mysterious life which makes us doubt whether there are not two beings in us — whether a strange, unknowable, and invisible being does not, during our moments of mental and physical torpor, animate the inert body, forcing it to a more willing obedience than it yields to ourselves.

Karanl?k çözümü zor bir arkadaÅŸ gibidir; eÄŸer biri seni bütünüyle tan?yorsa, biri seni hiç tan?m?yor demektir.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can't even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]

One look at Scott was enough to tell you that the twig between his legs hadn't had its bark peeled back in a coon's age. Mr. Secretary ought to read Surgeon Kittson's annual

Do not call up that which you cannot put down.

It makes me cry, I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk about the inside from the inside, I do not want to leave it I am so happy in the silky damp dark of the labyrinth and there is no thread

I will not say: that is because I am a city that does not want to surrender. Beseige me. It is because I am a deep, cool pyramid. Go through me. Pass through all my rooms and know my subterfuge. But you are passing right by the little room that I want to keep closed, and you don't see it. There is a secret. I myself do not know it, I just know it exists.

How little does the earth self know life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquility!

Sounds—possibly musical—heard in the night from other worlds or realms of being.

This was no fruit of such worlds and suns as shine on the telescopes and photographic plates of our observatories. This was no breath from the skies whose motions and dimensions our astronomers measure or deem too vast to measure. It was just a colour out of space - a frightful messenger from unformed realms of infinity beyond all Nature as we know it; from realms whose mere existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the black extra-cosmic gulfs it throws open before our frenzied eyes.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. A time will come-but I must not and cannot think! Let me pray that, if I do survive this manuscript, my executors may put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye.

For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle's lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten. - The Cats of Ulthar, HP Lovecraft

La emoción más antigua y más intensa de la humanidad es el miedo, y el más antiguo y más intenso de los miedos es el miedo a lo desconocido

That is not dead, which can eternaly lie, and with strange eons, even death may die.

La más antigua y poderosa emoción de la humanidad es el miedo, y la clase más antigua y poderosa de miedo es el temor a lo desconocido