Quotes About Mystery

like the scorpion's question mark drawn in the pollen on the canvas of the sky and of our brains at midnight

There are a whole lot of things whose names I do not know and I'd like to tell you about them in the sky your hair solemnly draws away kinds of rain one no longer sees nuts Saint Elmo's fire sun lames whispered nights cathedrals too which are the carcasses of large gnawed horses spat by the sea from far away but still worshiped by people a whole lot of forgotten things a whole lot of dreamed things

Several of the girls at the party had had sex, something which sounded appealing but only if it could happen with blindfolds in a time warp plus amnesia

I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist, and until I had it fixed in my mind - unchanged, mysterious and beautiful

Someplace that feels impossible - as impossible as time travel.

There's a spot over Lake Superior where migrating butterflies veer sharply. No one understood why they made such a quick turn at that specific place until a geologist finally made the connection: a mountain rose out of the water in that exact location thousands of years ago. These butterflies and their offspring can still remember a mass they've never seen,

There is a darkness behind all dances of color.

Chicken or Egg, what came first on earth? What was the one that first took birth? If you get to the bottom of the root, you will realize the Divine Truth.

The world talks so much about God. But little do we really know. God is such an Amazing Power. This Cosmos is His Show.

Gently, I open the door to eternal mystery, the flowers of my breasts cupped, offered with both my hands.

There was a severed head, and two soft white forearms, and two long legs from the knees down, all laid out on the tile floor, with the hideous cuts of the saw clearly visible. The faucet was running, and the water had filled the bathtub and overflowed onto the floor. The long, luxuriant black hair on the bloated head twined and floated in the water like an undulant knot of snakes.

Doppelgänger—double-walker. The word had originally had mildly supernatural connotations—"a wraith of one alive," said Kenzo's German-Japanese dictionary—but it had come to mean simply a double, or an uncanny look-alike.

So far Kenzo had managed to avoid being introduced to any of these walking wraiths, but he had a feeling that if he ever did meet his own doppel, he would gang away in the opposite direction as fast as possible.

suppose a murderer carries a torso away from the scene of the crime. What does he do with the leftover bones and internal organs once he's stripped off the skin? Actually I must confess that it only just occurred to me now that this sort of problem—the efficient management of crime-related waste products—might be called 'criminal economics.

The only mystery in life is why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets.

The universe is large and we are tiny, without the need for further religious superstructure. One can have so-called spiritual moments without belief in the spirit.

I don't think it does the audience any good to know what I do to prepare. It keeps it more of a surprise. I don't feel like it has to be a mystery.

She had never been afraid of the dark, but then she had never known a dark like this before.

she would follow her father over the horizon and down the other side, where the world lay hidden.

It is you," Ren murmured. His words unsettled her: Not for the first time, he seemed to know more about her than she did about herself.

She was nearly twenty, with dark hair, darker eyes, and a hint of something deeper within. There was a freshness about her that the surrounding harsh landscape had failed to eliminate. Anyone glancing at her would have thought her soft: a serious error of judgment.

Despite our daily observations to the contrary, I assure you that children are, by nature, spiritual beings, until we destroy through our example. In my own field of language I remember, and still can see, there being no problem here. A child knows, whether it be in the traditional structure of a fairy tale, or the special use of an archaism, when Mystery is engaged.

Is there light in Gorias?

the gibbous moon glowed bloodred in the sky