Quotes About Mystery

For this is the Great Deed that our Lord shall do, in which Deed He shall save His word and He shall make all well that is not well. How it shall be done there is no creature beneath Christ that knoweth it, nor shall know it till it is done;

Also in this He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be? And it was answered generally thus: It is all that is made.

God's goodness transcends all thought, all comprehension

Also in this He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be?

She knows that whispers can be useful. Sometimes they contain real information. But usually they're fairy tales and lies. This is the worst kind of whisper, the kind that draws you in, gives you hope.

He was the luckiest man on earth, and he didn't know why.

Sometimes you think you know someone, but maybe it's impossible to really know everything about a person, even someone you love. Maybe good people—the very best people—are just better at keeping secrets.

Sometimes you think you know someone, but maybe it's impossible to really know everything about a person, even someone you love.

There is much in our world that can't be explained. Certain events defy reason or possibility. What seems unbelievable can occur before our very eyes and leave us speechless with awe.

there has to be some sort of magic in the universe when incredible things unfold as they do.

Life never quits being thought provoking and mysterious.

Sometimes I look back on what happened and wonder if it was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. The

I've come to learn that certain things in life are beyond our control. Others are beyond comprehension.

Looks like nobody's home," Puck said, turning in a slow circle. Hellooooooooo? Anybody here?" Be quiet, Goodfellow," Ash growled, peering into the shadows with narrowed eyes. We're not alone." Yeah? How do you figure that, prince? I don't see anyone." The cait sith has disappeared." … Crap.

It knew things, that smile.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Oh yeah. That's me. A mystery, even unto herself.

I did it." Who leaves a message like that? Who is so paranoid that they have to be so cryptic? If this wasn't day one of my Summer of Nothing, I might be in a hurry to figure this out. but first: breakfast.

It's amazing how something can be blue and yet absolutely colorless.

One day as I am holding baby and feeding her, I realize that this is exactly the state of mind and heart that so many male writers from Thomas Mann to James Joyce describe with yearning—the mystery of an epiphany, the sense of oceanic oneness, the great yes

Client reports. Jack was a private detective." "I don't understand." "I'm— uh— a ghostwriter.

Unicorn Island

The more I work with birds, the more I believe in the undreamt, the things we are not given to know.

a redoubtable alchemy was at work behind impenetrable veils as the forest prepared its nocturnal mysteries.