I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them and absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere, they are visible yet everywhere occult.
Mystery and innocence are not akin.
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.
Nostalgia! I feel it even for someone who meant nothing to me, out of anxiety for the flight of time and a sickness bred of the mystery of life. If one of the faces I pass daily on the streets disappears, I feel sad; yet they meant nothing to me, other than being a symbol of all life.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
It is enough for me to contemplate the mystery of conscious life perpetuating itself through all eternity, to reflect upon the marvelous structure of the universe which we dimly perceive, and to try humbly to comprehend an infinitesimal part of the intelligence manifested in nature.
Mystery such as is given of God is beyond the power of human penetration, yet not in opposition to it.
Some things will always remain a mystery at this level of consciousness, and it is right that they should. So do not try to solve all the mysteries. Give the universe a chance. It will unfold itself in due course. Enjoy the experience of becoming.
Nothing is hidden that will not be made known; nothing is secret that will not come to light.
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
I am a mystery to myself.
Bob had a dog buscuit stuck to his head. "How does he always get food stuck to him?" I asked Morelli. "I don't know," Morelli said. "It's a Bob mystery. I think stuff falls out of his mouth and he rolls in it. I'm not sure." -Morelli And Stephanie
If you love all things, you will also attain the divine mystery that is in all things. For then your ability to perceive the truth will grow every day, and your mind will open itself to an all-embracing love
Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding.
Yet mystery and imagination arise from the same source. This source is called darkness ... Darkness within darkness, the gateway to all understanding.
The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend
Donald Trump is the most outspoken, transparent, here's what I want to do, here's what I think we should do. There's no mystery here. But since other politicians aren't that transparent, since they don't act that up front, they just can't accept that anybody would. So they're forever gonna be confused.
No one's life should be rooted in fear. We are born for wonder, for joy, for hope, for love, to marvel at the mystery of existence, to be ravished by the beauty of the world, to seek truth and meaning, to acquire wisdom, and by our treatment of others to brighten the corner where we are.
Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection, and the future's bud Shroud in their births.
It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.
The ultimate design of the Mysteries ... was to lead us back to the principles from which we descended, ... a perfect enjoyment of intellectual [spiritual] good.
Speech is the organ of this present world. Silence is the mystery of the world to come.
Abide close to the cross, and search the mystery of His wounds.
Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
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