Quotes About Mystery

So what is the truth?" Mr Umezaki had once asked him. "How do you arrive at it? How do you unravel the meaning of something that doesn't want to be known?

There was love here, the voice said again. But whose love? Ico wondered. He had assumed Ozuma had been talking about the queen and her daughter--but maybe... From the very first time he had seen her, Ico had wanted to save Yorda. There had been no thought, no reason--when he saw her in the cage, he knew he had to set her free.

Everyone hates him. Me – I think I can see the sun shine when he bends over.

Somewhere between dust and the stars

For in song lies the mystery of Being.

Peeling an eggplant was like unveiling an ivory-skinned woman dressed all in black.

Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can.

Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can see.

Because he knew how to invent machines that sometimes worked, even though everyone else laughed at them, Jody had begun to feel that he was a great deal cleverer than the Fourths and even than the other Thirds, old and married though they were. But now he suddenly saw, in a plunge into depression, that he knew nothing . After all, machines were easy to understand. But people were a mystery!

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Tell me strange things.

Mathematics is one of the major modern mysteries. Perhaps it is the leading one, occupying a place in our society similar to the religious mysteries of another age. If we want to know something about what our age is all about, we should have some understanding of what mathematics is, and of how the mathematician operates and thinks.

Insufficient respect for mystery leads to intellectual suicide; insufficient penetration of mystery leads to shallowness and despair.

Phil pursed his lips over his fangs. Are you in league with Public Works, do you have any history with zoëtism, fortune telling, or anyone in coterie society? -Does a fing look swart to the zooloofills? Phil stared at her blankly. I have no idea-- -Exactly, she interrupted. 'I don't know what you're talking about either.

La scrittura era informale, come a voler confondere le idee, ma rivelava buon gusto e raffinatezza e ne fu piacevolmente sorpreso. Si rivolse Koremitsu: – Chi abita nella casa sul lato ovest? Ne avete sentito parlare? «Ecco che ci risiamo», pensò l'altro, ma si guardò bene dall'esprimerei propri pensieri.

However, as soon as Mrs. Hogg stepped into her room she disappeared, she simply disappeared. She had no private life whatsoever. God knows where she went in her privacy.

But you won't be able to pin her down on sex. Have you thought of politics?

Discernment includes seeing that even as we attempt to see our children for who they are, we also cannot fully know who they are or where their lives will take them. We can only love them, and accept them, and honor the mystery of their being.

I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.

There was a time when "man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent," this New World, "commensurate to his capacity for wonder." I would strive with all my strength to give that sense of wonder to those who will come after me.

Their first free and frantic caresses had been preceded by a brief period of strange craftiness, of cringing stealth.

A red backless slipper slowly slid off her foot...and Franz, bending down after it, plunged softly into dark slumber.

Wolves exhibiting strange behaviour -- caught in traps and thrashing about, injured by other creatures or by bullets, pups suffering from epilepsy -- are attacked and killed by their pack members. But here everyone is human and must try to understand each other's mystery. Each other's pain.

What is the purpose of writing? For me personally, it is really to explain the mystery of life, and the mystery of life includes, of course, the personal, the political, the forces that make us what we are while there's another force from inside battling to make us something else.