Quotes About Mystery

Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.

Fascinating,' said Darvin. 'The mystery of life. The miracle of reproduction. I don't know why I didn't learn all this in school.' 'I did not,' said Orro. 'I read it in an imaginative but broadly accurate illustrated treatise inscribed, if memory serves, on the wall of a municipal pissery.

We come to this work because the alternative, being consumed by the effort to ignore the mystery of being, is no longer acceptable.

1. Never tell everything at once.

Man, the mask of God

She was gentle and pale, and her eyes seemed always to dream of something I didn't understand.

Growing up, women were not the mystery—I knew how they worked, or thought I did. Men were the mystery, obscure in their violences and their lusts and their ability to catch. Yet for many years I didn't try to conform to "straight-acting" norms. I didn't think I could—and perhaps achieved an integrity in that surrender. Ironically,

A life had somehow escaped through a rip in the universe.

Did Danny feel the tentacles tightening? If so, it was not reflected in his research notes. He collected information on vicious killers and power brokers, but gave no clue that he thought they were coming after him.

In mid-June 1991, Danny Casolaro met with Jeff Steinberg, the Lyndon Larouche aide.

Shortly thereafter, Casolaro made phone contact with E. Howard Hunt,

Trail of the Octopus,

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

No other acoustic instrument can match the piano's expressive range, and no electric instrument can match its mystery.

What do you make of him?" I asked Elizabeth. "Apart from the fact he's clearly insane?" "What can he learn from Konrad's blood?" I said. "Except that he needs it in his body to live!" "There is something ghoulish about it." "He's like a vampyre

Goth. Throbb. Murk. Who named these bats?

A masterpiece of vagueness.

A VOICE FROM THE CAVE

Do I not deal with angelsWhen her lips I touch.

It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.

Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.

Fires Burn in my heart. No smoke rises. No one knows.

Long-bodied, long-worded Johnny cocked an ear. "A tintamarrous bombilation!" he remarked. "Sounds more like a fight to me," Monk muttered. Ham said, "That, short-and-hairy, is what he meant.

We have been conditioned to treat rationality as sacred. But life itself is, in a very deep sense, absurd. It will not render itself to the tyranny of reason. Even the most wise cannot help but be flabbergasted by a three-year-old who keeps asking why. If you are not convinced, try asking yourself what is the reason for living. Life is basically a mystery that is not meant to be solved by our intellect. It cannot be "known" through the brain but through the heart.