Quotes About Mystery

Once while we were watching the denouement scene of a David Suchet Poirot episode, he [my husband] said irritably, 'Why do they all just sit there and let Poirot accuse them of stuff? I'd get up and walk out.

Here is my recommendation: wherever possible, treat anything you can as a mystery. Why? Because mysteries make life better. I love mysteries, including the desperately-craving-an-answer part, more than I love their solutions. Definite answers shut down possibilities, while an unsolved puzzle ignites our imagination and invites us to think, 'What if it turns out to be something shocking and unguessable that will well and truly blow my mind?'.

Poirot smiled. "You think that I waste time on trivialities, mademoiselle? Non. These little details, apparently unconnected to the two killings, are vital to know. They are the little key that will open the heavy door.

Dom and I have often agreed that trees are like fish – we ought to know more than we do about the differences between the various types, but we've reached our forties and can still only identify weeping willows and salmon with any certainty.

knowledge of character is essential to the solving of crime," I said. "Without knowing the motive, you can't solve anything, and without understanding character, motive is unknowable. I have also heard him say that no man can act in a way that is contrary to his own nature.

The water is still and smooth. Polished glass. Not a ripple of wind disturbs the dark surface. Low-rising mist drifts off liquid mountains floating against a purple-bruised sky. An eager breath shudders past my lips. Soon the sun will break.

What happened to you, baby?

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

God's dice always have a lucky roll.

Numberless are the world's wonders, but none More wonderful than man.

But Bryony knew what he was feeling, and about three weeks after the massaging had begun, she gave him a potion that Eswara had given her, a concoction of cinnamon, mace, cloves, nutmeg and lavender which she had said would send the blood rushing through all parts of his anatomy. All.

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?

Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.

Who can say what love at the feet of the absolute truth means?

tears,love,life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?

Does somebody know why the consciousness of death has to die?

We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.

Was there someone absent from the table of creation?

This recurrent connection between Kybele, Hermes and Hekate suggest that there may have been other Mystery cults in which Hermes and Hekate accompanied Kybele on a journey, perhaps one of katabasis, with similarities to that of Persephone at Eleusis.

None of our sources explain what it was supposed to accomplish, but if it took its name from a key that was carried, then that key must have been of central importance - it must have been used to lock or unlock something significant." [lxxxix]

Dragostea este un mister pentru mine deocamdata. La noi se vorbeste despre casatorie, nu despre dragoste. Despre ascultare si supunere totala, nu despre relatii de iubire intre barbat si femeie. Doar despre o relatie sexuala obligatorie intre o fecioara si sotul ei, pentru care a fost cumparata. Altminteri, uitarea sau moartea. Atunci unde e iubirea?

Hidden nature is secret God.