Quotes About Mystery

I surrender myself to everything. I love, I feel pain, I struggle. The world seems to me wider than the mind, my heart a dark and almighty mystery.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

The cool, grey city of love.

What lies lurk in kisses.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

God is our Father and loves us, even when his silence remains incomprehensible.

As a kid, I kind of spent my life being amazed by being tricked. I love being tricked. I still love it today.

Until recently, we regarded love as supernatural. We were willing to study the brain chemistry of fear and depression and anger but not love.

God may be subtle, but he isn't plain mean.

The love goes where it wants; you hear it rustling but you do not know where it's going and where it goes.

What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.

Love is a sacred mystery. To those who love, it remains forever wordless; But to those who do not love, it may be but a heartless jest.

If there is God, I thought...Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress." "Oh..." "Tatiasha...isn't it nice to know there is a God?

Only love itself can explain love and lovers.

To find love I must enter into the sanctuary where it is hidden, which is the mystery of God.

Love is stealthy hiding under ribs.

The deepest love is often hidden.

There are still so many places on our planet that remain unexplored. I'd love to one day peel back the mystery and understand them.

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.

Love is a peculiar thing.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

I love a great conspiracy story. Who doesnt?

If there's one thing I know it's God does love a good joke.