Quotes About Mystery

I love you as I love nocturnal skies . . . I love you as I love nocturnal skies, O grandiose reserve, O tear-filled vase.° Attractive one, midnight accessory, I love you more the more you run from me, the more mockingly you expand the breach between the big blue and my farthest reach. I rush you, climb you, outrage you as if I were a choir of worms, and you, a stiff. Implacable, cruel creature, I adore your chill—it makes you even lovelier.

el marco negro vuelve la mirada más profunda y singular, confiere al ojo una apariencia más resuelta de ventana abierta sobre el infinito; el colorete, que enciende el pómulo, aumenta aún más la claridad de la pupila y añade a un bello rostro femenino la pasión misteriosa de la sacerdotisa.

Ey ç??, düÅŸerken al?p götürür müsün beni?

Quien solo bebe agua, oculta algún secreto a quienes le rodean.

Quiénes son los infortunados a quien la tarde no calma, y toman, como los búhos, la llegada de la noche por señal de aquelarre?

A mo?e bÄ™dziesz grzaÅ'a swe ciaÅ'o liliowe Przy ksi??yca promieniach; zaÅ› gdy gÅ'ód zÅ'owrogi Zajrzy - czy z pustÄ… kiesÄ… na gwia?dziste drogi Zbiera? zÅ'oto pod??ysz w sfery lazurowe? Ranimeras-tu donc tes épaules marbrées Aux nocturnes rayons qui percent les volets? Sentant ta bourse à sec autant que ton palais Récolteras-tu l'or des voûtes azurées?

Num?rul sufletelor este finit sau infinit?

La mujer es el ser que proyecta la sombra más grande o la luz más intensa en nuestros sueños

Lo maravilloso nos envuelve y nos empapa como la atmósfera; y, sin embargo, no lo vemos.

Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici ! trop tard ! jamais peut-être ! Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais, Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais !

What falls on air yet's lighter than balloon? What betrays time yet folds into a cut? Who flutters at the sight of song then bellows into flight? What height is halved by precipice, what gorge dissolved by trill? Who telling tales upbraids a stump when prattle veils its want? Stone breaks it not, nor diamonds, yet splits with just one word: it's used for casting devils out; still, fools obey it first.

Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

purple does something strange to me

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

she's mad, but she's magic.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

Someday," I told Jan, "when they demonstrate that the world has four dimensions instead of just three, a man will be able to go for a walk and just disappear. No burial, no tears, no illusions, no heaven or hell. People will be sitting around and they'll say, 'What happened to George?' And somebody will say, 'Well, I don't know. He said he was going out for a pack of cigarettes.

I see a bright portion under the overhead light that shades into darkness and then into darker darkness and I can't see beyond that.

The cat is the beautiful devil.

magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

It's possible to love another human being if you don't know them too well.

I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.