Quotes About Mystery

The world is incomprehensible. We won't ever understand it; we won't ever unravel its secrets. Thus we must treat the world as it is: a sheer mystery.

An average man doesn't do this, though. The world is never a mystery for him, and when he arrives at old age he is convinced he has nothing more to live for. An old man has not exhausted the world. He has exhausted only what people do. But in his stupid confusion he believes that the world has no more mysteries for him. What a wretched price to pay for our shields!

Todos tenemos un secreto encerrado bajo llave en el ático del alma. Éste es el mío.

Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.

May I offer you something? A small glass of cyanide?

Coincidences are the scars of fate.

Yo creo que nada sucede por casualidad, ¿sabes? Que, en el fondo, las cosas tienen su plan secreto, aunque nosotros no lo entendamos.

Una historia no tiene principio ni fin, tan solo puertas de entrada.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

I believe that nothing happens by chance. Deep down, things have their own secret plan, even though we don't understand it .

Some things have to be seen in the shadows

We all have a secret buried under lock and key in the attic of our soul

Y cómo me ves tú a mí? —Como un misterio. —Ese es el cumplido más raro que me han hecho nunca. —No es un cumplido. Es una amenaza. —¿Y eso? —Los misterios hay que resolverlos, averiguar qué esconden. —A lo mejor te decepcionas al ver lo que hay dentro. —A lo mejor me sorprendo. Y tú también.

I was secretly convinced that with such a marvel one would be able to write anything, from novels to encyclopedias, and letters whose supernatural power would surpass any postal limitations--a letter written with that pen would reach the most remote corners of the world, even that unknowable place to which my father said my mother had gone and from where she would never return.

De libros malditos, del hombre que los escribió, de un personaje que se escapó de las páginas de una novela para quemarla, de una traición y de una amistad perdida. Es una historia de amor, de odio y de los sueños que viven en la sombra del viento.

It is part of our nature to survive. Faith is an instinctive response to aspects of existence that we cannot explain by any other means - be it the moral void we perceive in the universe, the certainty of death, the mystery of the origin of things, the meaning of our own lives or the absence of meaning.

Never before had I felt trapped, so seduced and caught up in a story,' Clara explained, 'the way I did with that book. Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

Hay cosas que sólo pueden verse entre tinieblas

People eyed one another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.

I believe that nothing happens by chance. Deep down, things have their secret plan, even though we don't understand it.

Do you like mysteries?" I nodded. I think if she'd asked me whether I liked arsenic or cyanide on toast I would have given her the same answer. "Are

Now he understood. He had dreamed about her countless times, on that same staircase, with that same blue dress and that same movement of her ash-grey eyes, without knowing who she was or why she smiled at him.

He was truly a man of faith. He believed in his friends, in the truth of things, and in something to which he didn't dare put a name or a face because he said as priests that was our job.

Ignatius B. Samson, welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.