Quotes About Mystery

Molly watched the pale water, changing, always changing, and always the same, and she could feel him near, not touching, not speaking. Thin clouds chased across the face of the swelling moon. Soon it would be full, the harvest moon, the end of Indian summer. The moon was so cleanly outlined, so unambiguous, she thought. A misshapen bowl, like an artifact made by inexpert hands that would improve with practice.

Abracadabra! Fiddle-fee-fee! Open this book and read it to me!

By the hairy ass of lord hell." Many characters in the Deverry Cycle Novels

When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.

might cover two nights. You and your mistress will have to scale

The Lord works in mysterious ways. What's true to one man, a wonder and a marvel, might not seem so to another, as God didn't intend it for him.

A thin stream of smoke drifted skyward, speaking of mysteries within.

Once she started seeing them, she could never unsee them. They stalked her, shreds of magic clinging to the real world everywhere she turned.

It is not the sort of place where one would expect to find a witch. But a witch did live there, though she is not buried there.

standing in front of ground zero for the Mystery Illness, and it looks like . . ." ". . . where some of the North Shore's most pampered daughters have . . ." ". . . are asking if the HPV vaccine could possibly . . ." ". . . side effect of an age of oversexualized childhood, when girls are . . ." I paused, frowning, before shoving my way inside.

Katherine Kurtz

Albert Einstein, for one, repeatedly expressed these feelings, as in the following celebrated passage (Einstein, 1949, p. 5): The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science…the mystery of the eternity of life, and the inkling of the marvellous structure of reality, together with the single-hearted endeavor to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the reason that manifests itself in nature.

The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and motivations-research men, far, far beyond the mad, beat, half-hysterical laughter... the utterly unknown still is and the eerie and ghostly lurk, as much wrapped in mystery as ever.

if you assume a big enough conspiracy, you can explain anything, including the cosmos itself.

All she keeps inside isn't on the label.

Human beings, when confronted with the strange and inexplicable, have an immediate instinct to get back to the accustomed and the normal. We do not hug our miracles close; we put them hastily away, preferring the commonplace to live with it. It is as if some compulsive hand wipes clean the wall on which the handwriting appeared.

The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.

Why do we go to church, Fynn?" "To understand Mister God more." "Less." "Less what?" "To understand Mister God less." ................. "You go to church to make Mister God really, really, really big, then you really, really don't understand Mister God- then you do.

I was nineteen at the time, prowling the streets and alleys with my usual supply of hot dogs, the street lights with their foggy haloes showing dark, formless shapes moving out from the darkness of the fog and disappearing again.

Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.

The Holy Spirit … does not lead us into error but into the pathways of truth … The Spirit, with this special concern, has not failed and will not fail in this mystery of God-breathed Scripture

Gérard de Villiers

Let us always confess when we cannot understand His methods that it is because we are finite, and He is infinite.

Happiness is a mystery like religion, and it should never be rationalized.