Quotes About Unknown

hate is a form of passionate attachment, and to be despised seems better than to be unknown.

Descubre qué es aquello que más miedo te da, y vete a vivir allí.

Onun hayat?n? kurtarmaya çal??mak büyük bir zaman kayb?. Ä°nsanlar hayatlar?n?n kurtar?lmas?n? istemiyor. Dramlar?n?n. Önemsiz meselelerinin. Hikayelerinin çözümlenmesini, pisliklerinin temizlenmesini istemiyorlar. Çünkü geriye ne kalaca??n? biliyorlar, Büyük ve korkunç bir bilinmeyen.

The future is a door.

it took me a long time to realize that she, too, was cautious and bourgeois, frightened of the unknown and so uncertain of herself that she could hardly bear to make a mark.

The mutual warmth that is unknown, a single glass panel...... declares the beginning of everything

We don't know whether they're going to eat us or elect us for their tribal deities.

He was a victim of museum fatigue, Enoch told himself, overwhelmed by the many pieces of the unknown scattered all about him.

A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!

Here are the stories written on the Book of Blood. They are a map of that dark highway that leads out of life towards unknown destinations. Few will have to take it, most will go on peacefully along lamplit streets, ushered out of living with prayers and caresses. But for a few, a chosen few, the horrors will come, skipping to fetch them off to the highway of the damned...

them had been from Mars. But

I didn't know we received CNN this deep in the Andes.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

Life! What Inscrutable Card Shall Ye Throw Next Upon the Soft Felt of Our Days?

What does the perfect elevator look like, the one that will deliver us from the cities we suffer now, these stunted shacks? We don't know because we can't see inside it, it's something we cannot imagine, like the shape of angels' teeth. It's a black box.

She didn't see anyone she recognized; their faces had been transformed by fear.

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, but our stories will most certainly outlast us.

That the reason life is so strange is that we have simply no idea what is around the next corner, and it was an obvious idea but one most of us had learned to forget.

Ah, Palinurus, you were too trustful of the calm sky and sea. So you will lie, a shroudless form, on an unknown strand.

The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.

And indeed, it cannot be denied that the most successful practitioners of life, often unknown people by the way, somehow contrive to synchronize the sixty or seventy different times which beat simultaneously in every normal human system, so that when eleven strikes, all the rest chime in unison, and the present is neither a violent disruption nor completely forgotten in the past.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; but a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end. Is it not the task of the novelist to convey this varying, this unknown and uncircumscribed spirit, whatever aberration or complexity it may display, with as little mixture of the alien and external as possible?

Neste mundo não existe estabilidade. Quem será capaz de exprimir o significado das coisas? Quem pode prever o voo que uma palavra descreve depois de dita? É um balão que plana sobre as árvores. E o esforço de conhecer é sempre inútil. Tudo é experiência e aventura. Constantemente formamos novas combinações de elementos desconhecidos. O que está para vir?

To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not.