Each day has its own destiny. Yesterday is history, today is opportunity while tomorrow is mystery.
It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery.Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Married life requires shared mystery even when all the facts are known.Richard Ford
Colour is the ultimate in art. It is still and will always remain a mystery to us, we can only apprehend it intuitively in flowers.Philipp Otto Runge
There are some places which, seen for the first time, yet seem to strike a chord of recollection. "I have been here before," we think to ourselves, "and this is one of my true homes." It is no mystery for those philosophers who hold that all which we shall see, with all which we have seen and are seeing, exists already in an eternal now; that all those places are home to us which in the pattern of our life are twisting, in past, present and future, tendrils of remembrance round our heart-strings.Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.rené daumal
Magnify the divine mystery and the holiness of mankind.franz werfel
[Regarding Flashdance-related fame] It was very clear to me that it’s not real. It’s not real…I was never the little girl who thought I wanted to be famous. My first real quest that I can recall…other than wanting to be a jockey…was trying to figure out who or what God was. That really drove me for quite some time…I had a notion that there was this mystery that I didn’t really know anything about, and I wanted to try to figure it out….so fame was not my driving force.jennifer beals
Is it so big a mystery what god and man and world are? No! but nobody knows how to solve it so the mystery hangs on.
Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature . And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are part of nature and therefore part of the mystery that we are trying to solve.max planck
Within that awful volume lies The mystery, of mysteries!walter scott
The brain is a mystery; it has been and still will be. How does the brain produce thoughts? That is the central question and we have still no answer to it.
Not till I was shut up to prayer and to the study of God's word by the loss of earthly joys sickness destroying the flavor of them all did I begin to penetrate the mystery that is learned under the cross. And wondrous as it is, how simple is this mystery! To love Christ, and to know that I love Him this is all.elizabeth payson prentiss
A good parson once said that where mystery begins religion ends. Cannot I say, as truly at least, of human laws, that where mystery begins, justice ends?Edmund Burke
Next to thee, O fair gazelle, O Beddowee girl, beloved so well; Next to the fearless Nedjidee, Whose fleetness shall bear me again to thee; Next to ye both I love the Palm, With his leaves of beauty, his fruit of balm; Next to ye both I love the Tree Whose fluttering shadow wraps us three With love, and silence, and mystery!bayard taylor
When you wonder about the mystery of yourself, look to Christ who gives you the meaning of life. When you wonder what it means to be a mature person, look to Christ who is the fullness of humanity. And when you wonder about your role in the future of the world and of the United States, look to Christ.
Color is the ultimate in art. It is still and will always remain a mystery to us, we can only apprehend it intuitively in flowers.
Those who live by mystery & charlatanerie , fearing you would render them useless by simplifying the Christian philosophy the most sublime and benevolent, but most perverted system that ever shone on man endeavored to crush your well-earned & well-deserved fame.
Jesus Christ, whose body and blood are truly contained in the sacrament of the altar under the forms of bread and wine; the bread being changed ( transsubstantiatio ) by divine power into the body, and the wine into the blood, so that to realize the mystery of unity we may receive of Him what He has received of us. And this sacrament no one can effect except the priest who has been duly ordained in accordance with the keys of the Church, which Jesus Christ Himself gave to the Apostles and their successors.
In other words, all of my books are lies. They are simply maps of a territory, shadows of a reality, gray symbols dragging their bellies across the dead page, suffocated signs full of muffled sound and faded glory, signifying absolutely nothing. And it is the nothing, the mystery, the Emptiness alone that needs to be realized: not known but felt, not thought but breathed, not an object but an atmosphere, not a lesson but a life.