Mystery Quotes - Page 17

I like the idea of having a little bit of a mystery about me.

In the Universe the difficult things are done as if they were easy.

life unfolds itself in mysteries ways.

There was no one alive who did not contribute his share of mystery to the world.

In general, librarians enjoyed special requests. A reference librarian is someone who likes the chase. When librarians read for pleasure, they often pick a good mystery.

Every religion, every mythology is true in this sense: It is true as metaphorical of the human and cosmic mystery.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

I don't believe in destroying GOOD mysteries or adding to BAD reputations.

It is better to understand a part of truth and apply it to our lives than to understand nothing at all and flounder helplessly in a vain attempt to pierce the mystery of existence.

To a man who is uncorrupt and properly constituted, woman always remains something of a mystery and a romance. He never interprets her quite literally. She, on her part, is always striving to remain a poem, and is never weary of bringing out new editions of herself in novel bindings.

Both the man of science and the man of action live always at the edge of mystery, surrounded by it.

When there's an authentic mystery, as opposed to just a question being asked, that's what makes you lean forward.

Now comes the mystery.

I lose my respect for the man who can make the mystery of sex the subject of a coarse jest, yet when you speak earnestly and seriously on the subject, is silent.

Who am I? Where have I come from? Where am I going?-are not questions with an answer but questions that open us up to new questions which lead us deeper into the unshakeable mystery of existence.

I read mysteries like Nancy Drew and Alfred Hitchcock, and I swim and I ride my motorbike.

Genius is the true mystery, and at its edge--the abyss.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

Magnify the divine mystery and the holiness of mankind.

Eve is a twofold mystery.

Every mystery ever solved had been a puzzle from the dawn of the human species right up until someone solved it.

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

Happy indeed the poet of whom, like Orpheus, nothing is known but an immortal name! Happy next, perhaps, the poet of whom, like Homer, nothing is known but the immortal works. The more the merely human part of the poet remains a mystery, the more willing is the reverence given to his divine mission.

Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.

Savor the mystery, Stephen, we don't get enough of them.