Quotes About Mystery

For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most - emptiness.

Some questions are not meant to be asked as long as the answers are right.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.

If you and I are only shadows, or faulty conglomerations of the four elements, or a dance of atoms in the void, why is life so sweet?

Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by their dancing feet.

He was a man who always gave the impression of wearing a top hat, even when he was not.

The lesson is letting go, giving up and giving thanks for what is. Life unfolds in mysterious and beautiful ways; I have very little say in this process.

revelations that were unfolding.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

The Nautilus was piercing the water with its sharp spur, after having accomplished nearly ten thousand leagues in three months and a half, a distance greater than the great circle of the earth. Where were we going now, and what was reserved for the future?

Bezv?t?í m? zneklid?ovalo, kdo takhle ml?í, n?co chystá.

Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise...As creative channels, we need to trust the darkness.

We come from not being and march toward not being:nothing between two nothings, zero between two zeros,and since between two nothings nothing can be,let's drink to the splendor of not being our bodies.

We didn't speak, and a beautiful, sweet evil grew between us.

Of all the virtues, discretion began to seem the most rewarding: it kept people guessing and sometimes, by default, admiring.

The water is deep and dark. It shines like treacle in the lights from the boat. You'd go down, down, down.

On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing." "I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily.

She was not a woman made for sitting home and nursing. She craved things darker, stranger, out of bounds.

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn't quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

Did you wonder?" he whispered. "Did you leave me and wonder what I hadn't told you?" He leaned in, just so she'd feel his lips move whisper-light against her ear. "Did you want to know what I did when I was wicked? Do you want me to tell you?" he murmured. He felt her jerk slightly in surprise, and he chuckled. "Not about them, Francesca. You. Only you." -Michael Stirling

Love works in mysterious ways

When the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.