Quotes About Mystery

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

Heaven only knows why we love it so.

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow...

If I die tomorrow, Provincetown is where I'd want my ashes scattered. Who knows why we fall in love, with places or people, with objects or ideas? Thirty centuries of literature haven't begun to solve the mystery; nor have they in any way slaked our interest in it. Provincetown is a mysterious place, and those of us who love it tend to do so with a peculiar, inscrutable intensity.

Hiiohoo ja tikkerperi, täällä haisee ihmisveri! Olkoon elävä tai vainaa, luunsa kohta soppaan lainaa!

no one knew what was going on! It was completely open to interpretation. And his guess was as good as anyone's. My God, probably even better.

There were doors that looked like large keyholes, others that resembled the entrances to caves, there were golden doors, some were padded and some were studded with nails, some were paper-thin and others as thick as the doors of treasure houses; there was one that looked like a giant's mouth and another that had to be opened like a drawbridge, one that suggested a big ear and one that was made of gingerbread, one that was shaped like an oven door, and one that had to be unbuttoned.

Asl?nda zaman nedir?… …belki de hep var olduÄŸu için duyulmayan bir müzik gibidir.

Existe una cosa muy misteriosa, pero muy cotidiana. Todo el mundo participa de ella, todo el mundo la conoce, pero muy pocos se paran a pensar en ella. Casi todos se limitan a tomarla como viene, sin hacer preguntas. Esta cosa es el tiempo. Hay calendarios y relojes para medirlo, pero eso significa poco, porque todos sabemos que, a veces, una hora puede parecernos una eternidad, y otra, en cambio, pasa en un instante.

Me gustaría saner qué pasa realmente en un libro cuando está cerrado [...] algo debe pasar, porque cuando lo abro aparece de pronto una historia entera.

Il principio è sempre buio.

La luna se veía grande y plateada sobre los pinos negros y hacía brillar misteriosamente las viejas piedras de las ruinas. Momo y Gigi estaban sentados en silencio el uno al lado del otro y se miraron largamente en ella: sintieron con toda claridad que, durante ese instante, ambos eran inmortales

Existe un misterio muy grande que, aun así, es totalmente cotidiano. [...] Ese misterio es el tiempo.

I desideri non si possono evocare, né soffocare a piacimento. Essi nascono dalle profondità più remote del nostro animo, più nascosti di ogni altra intenzione, siano essi buoni o cattivi. E ha nostra insaputa.

Las pasiones humanas son un misterio, y a los niños les pasa lo mismo que a los mayores. Los que se dejan llevar por ellas no pueden explicárselas, y los que no las han vivido no pueden comprenderlas.

life holds one great but quite commonplace mystery. though shared by each of us and known to all, seldom rates a second thought. that mystery, which most of us take for granted and never think twice about, is time. calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it. time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart." - momo

I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. Oh, I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All those things are somehow shut up in a book.

Me gustaría saber qué pasa realmente en un libro cuando está cerrado. Naturalmente, dentro solo hay letras impresas sobre el papel, pero sin embargo algo debe pasar, porque cuando lo abro aparece de pronto una historia entera.

Little by little, this book was beginning to give him a spooky feeling.

Two thousand million people in the world, and the one who has to decide their fate is is the only one who's always hidden from me.

Why did *I* lock the door? Why did YOU lock the door? Someone locked the door...

God really wants to talk to us. He tried Scripture, he tries the still small voice, but we're all unbelievers now, so he mainly speaks to us through a conspiracy of accidents.

Michael Gruber

In fact this bad baronet died true to the conditions of his kind--mysteriously in his library, at midnight, while a great deal of snow was falling.