Quotes About Mystery

God doesn't come with handles, little one. He doesn't want to be controlled and thrown down the alley every time for a perfect strike. Life's not like that and neither is God. You will never totally understand God, and He will never spoon feed you with all the answers about life. Some things you just have to figure out for yourself, others, He will show you in due time. In His way and in His time.

There is a darkness deep in you A frightening magic I cling to

God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods...

I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again.

To find the Father of all is hard. And when found, it is impossible to utter Him.

I was filled with tenderness for all who would die, who lived without knowing why, and for the man who had appeared on the canvas. How

Death is a vast mystery, but there are two things we can layabout it: It is absolutely certain that we will die, and it is uncertain when or how we will die. The only surety we have, then, is this uncertainty about the hour of our death, which we seize on as the excuse to postpone facing death directly. We are like children who cover their eyes in a game of hide-and-seek and think that no one can see them.

What a beautiful and what a healing mystery it is that from contemplating, continually and fearlessly, the truth of change and impermanence, we come slowly to find ourselves face to face, in gratitude and joy, with the truth of the changeless, with the truth of the deathless, unending nature of mind!

Any word or group of words that makes the reader ask "Why?" or "How?" also serves as an inducement for the reader to go on.

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

I want my life to be mystifying' she declared, although she didn't know what she meant

it] would seem like a daydream, like touching a tiger's face in the dark.

You know how I feel about Occam's Razor. The simplest answer isn't usually the right one. Devious and unlikely is everywhere.' 'You ought to launch your own theory: Occam's Beard, you could call it.

Poirot smoothed his mustache, as if he imagined that laughing might have shaken it out of shape.

This is why mysteries are the best kind of stories: because you only get the truth at the very end, when you're absolutely desperate, and that way of arranging things makes you realize how scarce truth is, in stories and in life, and that it's really all that matters.

Rowly's son, a murderer? Preposterous! He's the son of Rowland McCrodden! If you were the son of a man like that, Catchpool, would you take up murder as a way of passing the time?

A loose tile; Poirot could not sleep in a room with such a thing.

There comes a point in most cases—and by no means only those in which Hercule Poirot has involved himself—when one starts to feel that it would be a greater comfort, and actually no less effective, to talk only to oneself and dispense with all attempts to communicate with the outside world.

I have told you, my friend: do not expect always to be given the answer.

I've had no practice at talking to famous detectives in my own kitchen.

It's dark outside, in that thorough way that looks like the night trying to tell you it hasn't finished.

Nothing is ever known for certain in this world, Michael.

Perhaps the truth is that I don't want to get my happiness-mystery solution from Aristotle, Schopenhauer or Katherine. I want to find it myself. I don't want to be helped or saved by a Poirot equivalent. I want to be the Poirot in my own life.