Quotes About Mystery

Nekalayla claimed he had once been walking through the desert when he met Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ told him everything. They sat on a rock together and J.C. laid it on him. Now he was passing the secrets on to those who could afford it. He also held a service every Sunday. His help, who were also his followers, rang in and out on timeclocks.

Nothing like beautiful legs. 'Cause with beautiful legs, even if you've been there only once or twice, there might be something up there besides the cunt, there might be something really marvellous this time - it could be a cunt, but it could be - it's just something about looking at the legs just makes you - I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the cunt, I'm just saying, you always imagine - some extra magic when you're looking at the outside portion of the female.

please take a picture of this: a 70-year-old white whale lurking within the warm white whirling water. how did he last? how did he escape all the harpoons for all those years? why didn't he get beached along the way on the dry shore? how did he evade so many schools of hungry sharks?

He just stares. He's so quiet. That's the way we want him. Still water runs deep. Not with this one. The only thing that runs deep with him are the holes in his ears.

De los millones de mujeres que ves, aparece de pronto una que te impresiona. Hay algo en sus formas, en cómo está hecha, en el vestido concreto que lleva, algo, a lo que no puedes sobreponerte.

The best people are the ones you never meet.

she is dark, she is dark she is reading about God. I am God.

A woman always wants to find the core, tame it, mold it; a wise man never shows the core to a woman. He just gives her a shot of light, shuts it off, becomes himself again.

when we were kids there was a strange house all the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo pretend we were Tarzan (although

It's not pleasant to die on the cross, it's much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in the dark.

I najdivnija tišina nikada ranije ?uta izrodi?e se odatle, Sunce još uvek skriveno tamo negde ?eka?e na slede?e poglavlje.

Di media vuelta y me largué hacia la noche. Y en mi vida entró la magia. Y ahí sigue.

Then there are guys who fuck you and then chop you up into little pieces. They find parts of your asshole stuffed up a drainpipe in Playa del Rey and your left tit in a trashcan down at Oceanside...

Our visit to Calakmul did nothing to suggest that Folan's advice was wrong. Trees enveloped the great buildings, their roots slowly ripping apart the soft limestone walls. Peter photographed a monument with roots coiled around it, boa constrictor style, five or six feet high. So overwhelming was the tropical forest that I thought Calakmul's history would remain forever unknown.

Most geoglyphs seem to be late, dating to only a few hundred years before Columbus. The ubiquity of the geoglyphs may indicate that some type of cultural movement swept over earlier social arrangements. "But whatever was there, these societies have been completely forgotten

It's only been 400 years since they vanished," he told me. "Why does nobody here know anything about them?

We wake out of our dreams and wonder where the blood in our hands came from.

You all have stories, Sandy said. And we have secrets

Everything died off and disappeared in that silent way only an eon can absorb and keep secret.

None can reply - all seems eternal now. The wilderness has a mysterious tongue, which teaches awful doubt.

The laws governing inheritance are for the most part unknown.

Amid all the mysteries by which we are surrounded, nothing is more certain than that we are ever in the presence of an Infinite and Eternal Energy from which all things proceed.

You never know when somebody will pull you to them.

Ada wondered about his hundreds of tunes. Where were they now and where might they go if he died.