Mystery Quotes - Page 12

We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something called mystery.

There's a mystery to writing, and you don't really know where most of it comes from.

We are born, we live, we die among supernatural.

I think the power of image is in mystery - I endlessly create mysteries, by way of this dystopian message, to initiate intrigue.

Mysteries once thought to be supernatural or paranormal happenings - such as astronomical or meteorological events - are incorporated into science once their causes are understood.

Death, like birth, is one of nature's mysteries, the combining of primal elements and dissolving of the same into the same.

The seed of mystery lies in muddy water. How can I perceive this mystery? Water becomes clear through stillness. How can I become still? By flowing with the stream.

The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery.

Eyesight should learn from reason.

'Tis the temper of the hot and superstitious part of mankind in matters of religion ever to be fond of mysteries, and for that reason to like best what they understand least.

The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on

What I do is create an aura of mystery.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

A mystery, and a dream, should my early life seem.

The greatest mystery of existence is existence itself.

I rather like mysteries. But I do dislike muddles.

Human consciousness is just about the last surviving mystery.

The ability to embrace mystery is what attracts revelation.

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.

It's a weird combination that makes a great picture. It's a complete mystery to me.

We live in constant danger of coming apart. The mystery of why we do not always come apart is the animating tension of all art.

With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all.

To find love I must enter into the sanctuary where it is hidden, which is the mystery of God.

But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.

We think we have solved the mystery of creation. Maybe we should patent the universe and charge everyone royalties for their existence.