Quotes About Mystery

I have been using the word 'other' as though it were self-explanatory, yet who the 'other' is must always be something of a mystery. It is a mystery at an immediate level in the sense that no person is entirely knowable.

Si vienes aquí, puedo garantizarte que esta noche no regresarás a tu cama. ¿Me he expresado con claridad?

As usual, the sock yarns have no idea what is going on.

it is pure potential. Every ball or skein of yarn holds something inside it, and the great mystery of what that might be can be almost spiritual

How is it possible you have caught me off guard, he seemed to ask. Exactly where have I miscalculated the velocities, how have I misjudged the vectors?

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You the Truth

What I like about the Bible is that it doesn't make sense, which makes it more like truth than anything else I've ever read.

As long as someone else controls your history the truth shall remain just a mystery

It is a great mystery that though the human heart longs for Truth, in which alone it finds liberation and delight, the first reaction of human beings to Truth is one of hostility and fear!

No, explanation is not needed - only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised, feeling the mystery of life each moment. Then, and only then, you know what truth is. And truth liberates.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Genuine spiritual knowledge lies not in wonderful and mysterious thoughts but in actual spiritual experience through union of the believer's life with truth.

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

Did you ever see a giraffe? It is like something from between the regions of truth and fiction.

Nature . . . has buried truth deep in the bottom of the sea.

Reality, truth, and Jesus Christ are incredibly open-ended

We know nothing in reality; for truth lies in an abyss.

Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

We betray our modern arrogance and forget the place of mystery in God's dealing with us.

The actual Blue Rose murders, which lie at the core of the three novels, yield various incorrect solutions which assume the status of truth.

Why do I act as I do? To tell you the truth, I have absolutely no idea why. It is simply my nature to act as I act, and that's all I can say.

Truth is merely common sense, say the naive realist. Really? Then where, precisely, is the location of--a rainbow? In the air? In the eye? In between? Or somewhere else?

Language can be very adept at hiding the truth.

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.