Quotes About Mystery

Sono morto come è morta lei, ma non so ancora perchè d'improvviso lei abbia voluto morire se lei viveva così bene, per questo mentre morivo non riuscivo a chiudere gli occhi, il vecchio Tang me li ha sfregati con forza come se stesse affilando un coltello, ma non c'è riuscito nemmeno lui a chiuderli. Dicono che tutti quelli che muoiono ingiustamente tengono gli occhi spalancati per poter continuare ad occuparsi dei loro cari.

My own mystery, unplumed, undetected, was sorted into files that were neatly labeled but really didn't say much.

Death always leaves unfinished business in its wake, mysteries beyond fathoming, countless unanswered questions amid the detritus of life. All the stories forgotten, the memories lost.

thinks he either kept it in his desk drawer at work or in the glove compartment of his car." Odessa

There's a frightful muteness that dwells at the center of all unspeakable things, and I had found my way into it.

As long as people have been on this earth, the moon has been a mystery to us. Think about it. She is strong enough to pull the oceans, and when she dies away, she always comes back again. My mama used to tell me Our Lady lived on the moon and that I should dance when her face was bright and hibernate when it was dark.

Of all the emotions, Hope was the most mysterious. It grew like the blue lotus, snaking up from muddy hearts, beautiful while it lasted.

God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere.

There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.

You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you're near twenty years grown, and you still don't know what haunches in the dark corners of her.

The night seemed like an inkblot I had to figure out.

I think for you, too, God cannot be contained.

I felt I'd stumbled upon an amazing secret—it was possible to close your eyes and exit life without actually dying.

I was concious of Zach's breathing, his shirt pulled across his chest, one arm draped on the steering wheel. The hard, dark look of it. The mystery of his skin. It was foolish to think some things were beyond happening, even being attracted to Negroes. I'd honestly thought such a thing couldn't happen, the way water could nog run uphill or salt could not taste sweet. A law of nature.

I only know there's something unsettling about a door that closes forever. I feel a vague lament about the changing of my body, the alterations in my appearance, the bleeding out of motherhood, the fear that I will not find the mysterious green fuse again.

go. I, I am without God And I am she whose God is magnificent . . . I am being I am she who is nothing . . . I am the coming together and the falling apart I am the enduring and the disintegration . . . I am what everyone can hear and no one can say

God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere. (Nicolas of Cusa)

I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross the paper.

When a bee flies, a soul will rise

Really, her [Mother Mary] spirit is everywhere, Lily, just everywhere. Inside rocks and trees and even people, but sometimes it will get concentrated in certain places and just beam out at you in a special way… I started thinking about the world loaded with disguised Marys sitting around all over the place and hidden red hearts tucked about that people could rub and touch, only we didn't recognize them.

Looking back on it now, I want to say the bees were sent to me. I want to say they showed up like the angel Gabriel appearing to the Virgin Mary, setting events in motion I could never have guessed.

You have never heard such music, how it made us believe death was nothing but a doorway.

I realized it for the first time: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

I think beginnings must have their own endings hidden inside them.