Quotes About Mystery

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don't have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don't deny anything, I don't advocate anything, I just live with it.

Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.

It's hard to imagine that Clarence was once a normal person, a college student, football player and bespectacled counselor at the Jamesburg State Home for Boys. He had a face that would look at home at any point in history. It was the face of an exotic emperor, an island king, a heavyweight boxer, a shaman, a chain-gang convict, a fifties bluesman and a deep soul survivor. It held one million secrets and none at all.

Mankind had always been surrounded by the miraculous. Nothing much had ever come of it.

The thrill of the uncanny lies in the piquancy of oxymoron.

If you don't have a sense of wonder it's like you're dead inside. But your sense of wonder can be used to trick you. You can have a sense of wonder over a thing that's basically a conjurer's trick, or a con job, or a rip-off.

Light is the magician of the cosmos.

Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

God says that despite knowing that sin makes you impure before him, and that to cleanse you he would have to sacrifice his Son, and to equip you he would have to provide his Spirit, nonetheless it gives him pleasure to reveal to you the mystery of Jesus. When there was no goodness or ability in us, God loved us and enabled us to know his love. This too is a precious mystery that even a child can know.

Mona leaned over and picked it up. Inside were hairy spiders. She shook the bottle. No, it was empty.

We cannot predict how God will work, only that he will succeed.

Even if it could be shown that all explanations can be reduced ultimately to those of science, and even if all the reductions were then to be carried out, the mystery of the world as such would be as great at the end of the process as it had been at the beginning.

Like Doctor Who's TARDIS, or like the house in that book Anna had loaned him once, the one where a bunch of young assholes got lost while driving through a mountain range and wound up at the creepy manor home of a monster disguised as a human.

Birth and death we all move between these two unknowns.

The world is full of mysteries, and the greatest mystery of all is the human heart.

Long a medical mystery (and still to some degree today), headaches have been blamed on such factors as wimpishness, psychological disorders, repressed emotions, demons, mothers-in-law, red wine, old cheese, and bad karma.

A man should be a mystery to his fellow man, and not because he wants to be, but because he can't be anything else.

No man knoweth how another man maketh his love, for women tell not.

And the only mode in which you can derive even a tolerable idea of his living contour, is by going a whaling yourself; but by so doing, you run no small risk of being eternally stove and sunk by him. Wherefore, it seems to me you had best not be too fastidious in your curiosity touching this Leviathan.

Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?

Herman Melville

why all the living so strive to hush all the dead; wherefore but the rumor of a knocking in a tomb will terrify a whole city. All these things are not without their meanings.

Gone?—gone? What means that little word?—What

Herman Melville