Quotes About Unknown

Our bodies are as unknown to us as the ocean, both familiar and strange; the sea inside ourselves.

Time, however, was creeping or sliding or flowing or proceeding in whatever unknown manner Time used to make Then into Now.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

Purpose of life is unknown, and hence way to be is hidden from the eyes of living critters. Who can say if perhaps the schizophrenics are not correct? Mister, they take a brave journey. They turn away from mere things, which one may handle and turn to practical use; they turn inward to meaning. There, the black-night-without-bottom lies, the pit. Who can say if they will return? And if so, what will they be like, having glimpsed meaning? I admire them.

The first thing to depart in mental illness is the familiar. And what takes its place is bad news because not only can you not understand it, you also cannot communicate it to other people. The madman experiences something, but what it is or where it comes from he does not know.

What is the world of the spirits? It is nothing I know about. I don't know what spirit is. Spirit is what matter does.

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

Into this wild abyss

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, come along o' me, it's time. It might happen when you're sick with a fever, or when you choke on a piece of dry bread, or when you fall off a high building; in the middle of your pain and travail, your death comes to you kindly and says easy now, easy, child, you come along o' me, and you go with them in a boat out across the lake into the mist. What happens there, no one knows. No one's ever come back.

Trust chance, trust silence, trust mystery

Better for real things to be uncontrollable, better for one's life to be undecipherable and intellectually impenetrable than to attempt to make casual sense of what is unknown with a fantasy that is mad. Better, I thought, that the events of these past three days should remain incomprehensible to me forever than to posit, as I had just been doing, a conspiracy of foreign intelligence agents who are determined to control my mind. We've all heard that one before.

Lo malo de la vida es que no sabes realmente si es un proceso descendente, no sabes en absoluto de qué se trata.

Humans haven't been on Hella long enough. We can vaccinate ourselves against the things we know are out there and all the things we think are out there, but we can't protect ourselves against all the things that might be out there that we don't know.

La única manera de caminar valiente y confiadamente hacia un futuro desconocido es apostarlo todo en el poder, la bondad y la fidelidad de Dios.

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

There is no way to describe how I feel. This is something I've never known. She has told me something I've never known.

I am not ready to see what happens next. Because it's possible that nothing will happen, and that might break me.

If you wanted to reassemble Elijah's afternoon, you could probably do it by stringing together all the photographs and all of the frames of videotape that he walks into. Always a passerby, he is immortalized and unknown.

I'm not Justin. Even if she doesn't know it.

jed talks about the foreseeable future and how little there is that we can foresee.

Ultimately, each life is a mystery until we each solve the mystery, and that's where we are all headed whether we know it or not.

A voice floats out to him. Her voice. --- Who's there? --- The man you're not afraid of.

Achilles too staggered a moment. He felt his soul change colour. Blood pooled at his feet, and though he continued to stand upright and triumphant in the sun, his spirit set off on its own downward path and approached the boarders of an unknown region.

And if other old men must be willing, at the end, to push up off their deathbed and adventure out into the unknown, how much more willing must that man be whose whole life has been just such a daily exercise of adventuring, even in the stillness of his own garden? I mean, the poet.