Quotes About Mystery

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there is still a mystery to speculate about: Why and how did many animals begin to have hard parts—skeletons of sorts—with apparent suddenness around the beginning of the Cambrian?"24

Duncan B. Forrester, James Ian Hamilton McDonald, Gian Tellini. Encounter with God. T. T. Clark International: NY, 2004

He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.

Stonehenge was built possibly by the Minoans. It presents one of man's first attempts to order his view of the outside world.

My grandfather used to tell me he was a werewolf. He'd

Texas was bad for werewolves.

The worst is always true for werewolves.

This is the way werewolf stories go. Never any proof. Just a story that keeps changing, like it's twisting back on itself, biting its own stomach to chew the poison out.

Flies struggled from her mouth, only to ignite into brilliant golden sparks. Hundreds of them, thousands of them burst from her into their individual pinprick of fire which then was gone for ever, like the distant implosion of a dying star...

Frank Herbert once put it, "The mystery of life is not a problem to solve but a reality to experience.

God not only plays dice, He throws them in the corner where you can't see them.

Women. They are a complete mystery.

God not only plays dice, but also sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.

The universe is governed by science. But science tells us that we can't solve the equations, directly in the abstract.

Not only does God play dice but... he sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.

The machinations of my mind are an enigma." -Patrick Starr

Así es que después de abandonar la razón y la lógica, después de experimentar el aburrimiento real y el temor aterrador, develamos el último misterio de los misterios: la nada. Al final, todo es nada y la nada es todo. Con Heidegger, alcanzamos el nihilismo metafísico.

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.

It's a mystery. That's the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it's mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Finn O'Finnegan looked like a rogue and walked like a rascal, so it was widely thought that he was at least one or the other. And his shadow, which followed him closely and knew all of his secrets, might have said he was both.

To behold Queen Gwenhwyvar and the Lady of the Lake together was to peer too long into the sun's brilliant dazzle, to feel the heart lurch in the breast for yearning, to have the words stolen from the tongue before the lips could speak them.