Quotes About Mystery

Gert: What... what just happened? Chase: I don't know, but guess who totally stole Cookie Monster's glasses! Gert: Whew, for a second there, I was worried we almost learned something. Chase: Ooo, look at me! I'm a big fluffy nerd!

We are small, but the universe is not.

In one study, people who listened to a lunchtime radio mystery show ate 15 percent more than those who didn't. The basic rule: distractions of all kinds make us eat, forget how much we eat, and extend how long we eat—even when we're not hungry.

For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.

It is a pity that Earth has lost its dragons, for they added immeasurably to the strangeness of our world. This, it seemed to me, was a good thing.

For what kind of world is it that has no unicorns?

The mystery of the God-man was central to Christian worship long before it became central to Christian thinking. "A deep instinct," J. S. Whale once told the undergraduates at Cambridge University, "has always told the Church that our safest eloquence concerning the mystery of Christ is in our praise. A living Church is a worshiping, singing Church; not a school of people holding all the correct doctrines.

When you see a giant, make sure it isn't a dwarf standing in a favourable light. Thus we approach 'the mystery of Jack the Ripper.

spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue.

The Ripper was smart, but not that smart. It is simply an insult to the Victorian police to believe that detectives like Moore, Reid & Abberline couldn't have caught this prick in their sleep.

As is so often the case with a legend, every incident has two possible interpretations, the plausible and the one that is molded to suit the making of the myth. Man is a romantic at heart and will always put aside dull, plodding reason for the excitement of an enigma. As Doc had pointed out, mystery, not logic, is what gives us hope and keeps us believing in a force greater than our own insignificance.

In this world are very few things made from logic alone. It is illogical for man to be too logical. Some things we must just let stand. The mystery is more important than any possible explanation. The searcher after truth must search with humanity. Ruthless logic is the sign of a limited mind. The truth can only add to the sum of what you know, while a harmless mystery left unexplored often adds to the meaning of life. When a truth is not so important, it is better left as a mystery.

In this world there are very few things made from logic alone. It is illogical for man to be too logical. Some things we must just let stand. The mystery is more important than any possible explanation.

And when people die, it's so wonderful that they never come back to tell you.

Remain in the eternal nebula, there, in the polyessence of a sweet nonbeing.

You ever get the feeling your life is a string festooned with bells and tie4d to hundreds of others you don't know anything about? And that sometimes somebody pulls their string, and your bells ring? Gary looked at me a long moment before rather gently saying, Yes and no, darlin'. We all get that feeling from time to time. Difference is, with you, it could be real.

Huoneesta kuuluva Piersin ääni oli hiljainen mutta veitsenterävä. (C. J. Sansom: Ilmestys, suom. Ilkka Rekiaro)

From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was. An obstacle was there that changed the pattern of my actions and the manner of my life. An obstacle was often there to stop me when I'd begin to speak. From my most unnoticed actions, my most veiled writing— from these alone will I be understood.

Bringing this man's murderer to justice was more important to Sebastian than he could begin to explain, even to himself.

As long as a thing is unknown, it belongs to us in a way that well-known things do not. For we have the opportunity to fill the empty, unknown spaces for ourselves, and in them there is room for imagination and for hope.

The velvet darkness of his face

I was not always a Muslim, but once I was led into the absorption of prayer and the mysteries of the Qur'an, something troubled in me became still.

With its clotted jargon, circular reasoning, and smug, debunking cynicism, poststructuralism works only on narrative—on the longer genres of story and novel. It is helpless with lyric poems, where the individual word has enormous power and mystery and where the senses are played upon by rhythm, mood, and dreamlike metaphors.

Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.