Quotes About Mystery

Wyrd bið ful aræd.

Wyrd bið ful ?ræd.

Due re saliranno alla Rocca di Cadarn - profetizzò - ma a regnare sarà un uomo che non è re. I morti si sposeranno, quel che è perso ritornerà alla luce. e una lama verrà portata alla gola di una bambina.

Anything that comes from the north is bad news.

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. 'What is the egg to the eagle?' he asked me…

The three spinners see our future. The gift of the gods to humankind is that we cannot see where the threads will go.

Someone, I thought, knew where Ice-Spite was hidden. And I would find her.

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. 'What is the egg to the eagle?' he asked me, then said he had been born, he had lived and he had become a soldier, and that was all I needed to know. (p97)

What in the holy name of a holy harlot,' Culhwch asked Galahad, 'is a holy ghost?

Wyrd bi ful aræd, fate is unstoppable.

Wyrd bi ful aræd.

How many's that?" I asked the shepherd. "Jiggit and mumph, lord," he said. "Is that enough?" "It's enough, lord." "Kill the rest then," I said. "Jiggit and mumph?" Willibald asked, still shivering. "Twenty and five," I said. "Yain, tain, tether, mether, mumph. It's how shepherds count. I don't know why. The world is full of mystery.

Fate, Merlin always said, is inexorable

a mystery to make men mad.

Who summons the dead man?" she asked. "A fresh corpse," Æthelwold said. "A fresh corpse?" I asked. "Someone must be sent to the world of the dead," he explained, as though it were obvious, "to find Bjorn and bring him back." "So they kill someone?" Gisela asked. "How else can they send a messenger to the dead?" Æthelwold asked pugnaciously.

If you understand everything, then there is no room for magic.

People like mystery. They want nothing explained, because when things are explained then there is no hope left.

Le storie ci accompagneranno finchè esisterà l'uomo. Lo si capisce, in parte, dall'effetto che hanno sui bambini. Grazie alle storie i bambini capiscono che il mistero non li ucciderà. Grazie alle storie scoprono di avere un futuro.

Ist es Zauberei, wenn dein Auge zu langsam ist, meiner Hand zu folgen?" "Kein Mensch kann sich ohne Zauberei so schnell bewegen", beharrte Mandred. Der Anflug eines Lächelns spielte um Ollowains Lippen. "Ganz recht, Mandred. Kein Mensch.

Die Wege in die Andere Welt sind so zahlreich und verschlungen wie die Flüsse und Bäche, die dem Meer entgegenstreben.

A golden ray of light stabbed down through the tangle of leaves and touched his left hand. Now he saw what was holding him: it was the roots of the oak itself. Around his wrist wound finger-thick knotted roots, and his fingers were covered with a fine, white mesh of rootlets from which the odor of decay was coming.

The universe may have a purpose, but nothing we know suggests that, if so, this purpose has any similarity to ours.

The belief that personality is mysterious and irreducible has no scientific warrant, and is accepted chiefly because it is flattering to our human self esteem.

Religion is based, I think, primarily and mainly upon fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly, as I have said, the wish to feel that you have a kind of elder brother who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes. Fear is the basis of the whole thing -- fear of the mysterious, fear of defeat, fear of death. Fear is the parent of cruelty, and therefore it is no wonder if cruelty and religion have gone hand in hand.