Quotes About Mystery

Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

Ci ho pensato spesso. Dicono che i bambini nascono dall'amore reciproco tra i genitori. Non mi risulta. Forse nascono perché l'amore tra i genitori non è perfetto. Forse vengono al mondo attraverso una crepa che c'è fra i due genitori. Non so.

The confession of the testimony of the Spirit was not intended to give a rational and theoretical solution or explanation to the relationship between Word and Spirit ... the mystery of Word and Spirit remains unfathomable ... Every attempt to somehow clarify the mystery remains revealingly unsatisfactory ... The mystery cuts across every exclusive formulation.

The greatest untold story is the evolution of God.

The cause of every anomaly can be found in woman.

Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.

En cherchant l'oeil de Dieu, je n'ai vu qu'un orbite Vaste, noir et sans fond...

Into the dark matter I will disappear But still I go deeper into the labyrinth I don't know if it is the labyrinth of the continuum Who, what, is it that I leave to you?

The words moved out into the darkness hovered like butterflies somehow freestanding I heard the abyss breathing

How can you, made of shining night, be love's jewel?

Love has no logos.

Ad?n? koyamad???m?z her ?eyin fakiri oldu?umuz o kadar do?ru ki.

Do?an?n i?lerinde her ?ey kafam?z? kar??t?r?yor, sanki dersiniz ki, ?eylerin yarat?c?s? bununla e?leniyor.

Alas, God's poor ministers are just as much in the dark as we are. You must believe like old women believe, the ones that look like witches, who mumble to themselves in churches under the nose of cheap, plaster saints. As soon as you start to use your reason, to look for a rainbow, you always run up against the great excuse, mystery. You will be advised to light some candles, put coins in the box, say a few rosaries, and make yourself stupid.

Ne htedoh, ne htedoh ti nista reci. Videh u tvojim ocima dva mala, luda drveta. Od povetarca, smeha i zlata njihala su se. Ne htedoh ti nista reci.

Pentru mine, ca b?rbat, femeia e stranie ?i str?in? (atât de stranie încât sfâr?e?te prin a deveni "mister")

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her. It seems that it has no word or other traveler, no other secret sign.

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her.

y en país sin nombre me voy a morir

This salt mist blots out everything that comforts and speaks to the traveler: roads, bridges, towns, trees. There's no face I might see and know, only the mist whose insistent hand runs over our faces and flanks.

Already she was climbing the wind, already was not and didn't know it . . .

He followed the glances of some of them like a ray of love directed at a woman seated somewhere, engrossed in her own thoughts, made languorous by secret delights and softened in some impure way, with a snow-white face in which her mouth opened like a hive damp with honey.

Gabrielle Lord