Quotes About Mystery

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

When I wake up, my pillow's cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

People have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is. It's just like a rock. What's above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.

That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

El corazón de las personas es como un pozo muy profundo. Nadie sabe lo que hay en el fondo. Sólo podemos imaginárnoslo mirando la forma de las cosas que, de vez en cuando, suben a la superficie.

So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.

Strange and mysterious things, though, aren't they - earthquakes? We take it for granted that the earth beneath our feet is solid and stationary. We even talk about people being 'down to earth' or having their feet firmly planted on the ground. But suddenly one day we see that it isn't true. The earth, the boulders, that are supposed to be solid, all of a sudden turn as mushy as liquid - From the short story Thailand

Life: I'll never understand it.

I sometimes think that people's hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what's at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while. Its only confusing if you believe it has to make sense.

How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

We all live our lives carrying secrets we cannot disclose.

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

Here's what hurst the most, Kafuku said. I didn't truly understand her--or at least some crucial part of her. And it may well end that way now that she's dead and gone. Like a small, locked safe lying at the bottom of the ocean. It hurts a lot. Tatsuki thought for a moment before speaking. But Mr. Kafuku, can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?

One day, I lost sight of her. I happened to glance away for a moment, and when I turned back, she had disappeared.

The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories.

I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel.

Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, "Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?" The moon did not answer. "Do you have any friends?" she asked. The moon did not answer. "Don't you get tired of always playing it cool?" The moon did not answer.

Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated. All kinds of characters have come on the scene, and strange things have happened one after another, to the point where, if I try to think about them in order, I lose track.

Here's what hurts the most, Kafuku said. I didn't truly understand her--or at least some crucial part of her. And it may well end that way now that she's dead and gone. Like a small, locked safe lying at the bottom of the ocean. It hurts a lot. Tatsuki thought for a moment before speaking. But Mr. Kafuku, can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?

The world is full of incomprehensible words