Quotes About Mystery

He felt like he was looking at a whole new world. Not only was he a new person, drowned in magic, but the thousands he faced were different.

Maybe they only come out at night," I said, staring into the flames. "Why would evil wait for night? Is it that limited?

I turned and saw her—the beautiful woman who was either a Fury of a totally different kind than any I'd imagined, or an angel.

What is known that cannot be named?

There was no life above the surface anyway.

most of the world believes that most of what actually happens, happens without our being able to see it. That's a religious mainstay.

en sus asientos; Kevin

The night snows stars and the earth creaks.

In a way, I suppose, I think of poems as a sort of animal. They have their own life, like animals, by which I mean that they seem quite separate from any person, even from their author, and nothing can be added to them or taken away without maiming and perhaps even killing them. And they have a certain wisdom. They know something special … something perhaps which we are very curious to learn.

And as abruptly She had gone on, hither, thither, Among the tables and vanished, leaving her words Heavier than the Cathedral, Bigger, darker, founded far deeper - My whole body taking their weight Like a newer or much older religion In me alone, to be carried Everywhere with me - deeper catacombs. And with a stronger God.

One of the most profound mysteries of autism has been the remarkable ability of most autistic people to excel at visual spatial skills while performing so poorly at verbal skills.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.

Sometimes—there's God—so quickly!

And she did. But that, dear reader, is another story . . .

He took her hands and brought them to his lips, gently kissing each one in turn. ''Then we shall begin right now'', he vowed. ''And tomorrow you shall be transformed''. ''Tonight I am transformed'', she wishpered. ''Tomorrow I shall disappear.

Lady Danbury shushed him with a wave of her hand. "How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?

A lady must have her own private reserve of secrets and strength

He took her hands and brought them to his lips, gently kissing each one in turn. "Then we shall begin right now", he vowed. "And tomorrow you shall be transformed". "Tonight I am transformed", she wishpered. "Tomorrow I shall disappear.

Russ told Harlene to patch Mark through to Clare's if and when he turned up anything. "I'd love to know how you managed to work Reverend Fergusson into this one," Harlene said. "Reverend Fergusson manages to work herself into these things all on her own," he said. "She doesn't need any pushing from me.

the natures of solitary people are apt to have more unmapped country in them than worldly folk imagine. They see and think and do things peculiar to themselves, and one may turn up buried treasure in them at any moment. ("Absolute Evil")

What an incomparable creature is the sea! ("Absolute Evil")

Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat.

The unlocatable location of things thought about

Prayer is a new, gracious, lasting will of the soul united and fast-bound to the will of God by the precious and mysterious working of the Holy Ghost.