Quotes About Mystery

More than anything else, Zen represents a soulful approach to life in which one remains completely vulnerable and open to life, without God as a security blanket. There is no attempt to eliminate the basic insecurity or unpredictability of life or to solve the mysteries of existence.

Mystery, awe, wonder, intuition, and miracles occur naturally in everyday life. The fact that Western culture has not yet figured out how to measure them is irrelevant.

no one knows who the Son is except the Father, and who the Father is except the Son, and he to whom the Son desires to reveal Him.

This was a new menace that threatened them, something that they couldn't explain; and so, naturally, it aroused within them superstitious fear.

I'll be long gone before some smart person ever figures out what happened inside this Oval Office.

I keep my closet neat now, The skeleton well covered. But when you even walk by the locked door, The breezes of your look Stir what hangs inside-- And I wonder what you are hearing When those knee-bones knock together.

Dusk came over the hill to me, Holding a red moon, And I danced with her, Feeling and following her starry steps, Till she turned and gave the moon To the swarthy night-- And slipped away without explaining.

The night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.

Yo reservaba mi interioridad, mientras él ponía la suya a la vista. Ocultar algo es tener algo que ocultar. Yo no lo tenía, pero ocultaba, asomaba al mundo como quien viene de enterrar un tesoro.

cuando veía actuar a uno de sus «colegas», estaba en la misma situación que un niño de cinco años: le parecía magia.

Ahora que lo pienso, es bastante asombroso qué pocos secretos guarda la gente. Un par de charlas en un café, y ya están todos revelados. El secreto persiste sólo mientras nadie pregunta.

Magic's the fifth element, along with earth, air, fire, and water, from which everything is composed.

He's not safe, but he's good (referring to Aslan, the Lion, in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe)

She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didn't know, but the idea completely grossed me out. "In the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries." I wasn't just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasn't fair.

He rallied a little. "Who are you? What do you know about this? Disease control is our job, not yours. Who are you?" "My name," I said, mostly uner my breath, "is Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick, and I'm the answer to all your prayers.

I shall not commit the fashionable stupidity of regarding everything I cannot explain as a fraud. —address to the Society for Psychical Research in England

I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God.

In fact, passion that goes beyond the natural measure of love ultimately aims at the mystery of becoming whole, and this is why one feels, when he has fallen passionately in love, that becoming one with the other person is the only worthwhile goal of one's life.)

My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are these cobwebs in the cosmos.

Numinous experience elevates and humiliates simultaneously.

Women who are of "fairy-like" character especially attract such anima projections, because men can attribute almost anything to a creature who is so fascinatingly vague, and can thus proceed to weave fantasies around her.

Magic is a way of living. If one has done one's best to steer the chariot, and one then notices that a greater other is actually steering it, then magical operation takes place. One cannot say what the effect of magic will be, since no one can know it in advance because the magical is the lawless, which occurs without rules and by chance, so to speak. But the condition is that one totally accepts it and does not reject it, in order to transfer everything to the growth of the tree.

there was always, deep in the background, the feeling that something other than myself was involved. It was as though a breath of the great world of stars and endless space had touched me, or as if a spirit had invisibly entered the room—the spirit of one who had long been dead and yet was perpetually present in timelessness until far into the future. Denouements of this sort were wreathed with the halo of a numen.

That Hölderlin's poem should pass from Asia to Patmos and thence to the Christian mystery may seem like a superficial association of ideas, but actually it is a highly significant train of thought: it is the entry into death and the land beyond, seen as the self-sacrifice of the hero for the attainment of immortality. At this time, when the sun has set and life seems extinguished, man awaits in secret expectancy the renewal of all life: