There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.
Mystery Quotes (808 Quotes)
I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.
My take on Max is that he's an outsider. Without him, certain parts of the mystery wouldn't get revealed. He's like Columbo. He's a mystery writer and he finds himself in a natural mystery that he has to figure out.
But, you know, when I choose a film I need to believe in it and believe I can do something special with it, and after a while that means not trying to judge or analyze why I should do it. You have to follow this intuition thing, which is a mystery to me.
Now comes the mystery.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
America is not only big and rich, it is mysterious; and its capacity for the humorous or ironical concealment of its interests matches that of the legendary inscrutable Chinese.
It is the mystery of the creative act that something other than our conscious self takes over.
That was a big mystery, not having a motive and (the defendants) being family and all. I think that was a tragedy, I think that was a travesty, I think that was hideous. That was the worst thing that you could do to anyone, but you can't just pin that on to somebody just because of what happened.
I have no plans for a future Jemima Shore mystery, but would write one tomorrow if a good idea came to me.
Translation is entirely mysterious. Increasingly I have felt that the art of writing is itself translating, or more like translating than it is like anything else. What is the other text, the original I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat... where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.
I had like the mystery car that you could never find anything wrong with it. I've never been this bad before.
God is the 'mysterium tremendum,' that appears and overthrows, but he is also the mystery of the self-evident, nearer to me than my I.
It's very important to reveal the mystery of the pyramid. Science in archaeology is very important. People all over the world are waiting to solve this mystery.
I understand there are some differences between the hotel industry and the gaming industry. Why the gaming industry has embraced that approach toward value-added opportunities and the hotel industry hasn't is a mystery to me. There is no reason we can't move forward.
We take the mystery out of finding help.
Whatever hysteria exists is inflamed by mystery, suspicion and secrecy. Hard and exact facts will cool it.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
Here is my theory on this one. If you write things down, if there is a mystery and you try and explain it, once you've written it down for permanent, in due time, it'll be proven stupid.
If you are sincere in seeking this knowledge, you must look for a teacher and humbly ask your teacher to show you the opening of the Mysterious Gate. From then on, if your actions follow the Tao, you will progress. If your actions stray from the Tao, your progress will be halted.
Nancy Drew The Mystery in Hollywood Hills.
Our inmost yearning, our deep desire for harmony in an extra-musical, transcendental sense feels affirmed, confirmed and calmed by music, and in this sense music seems to me a message a lofty ethical message that brings good tidings to the ethical part of our being from the mysteries of the world of sound.
I was getting . . . hey, do we see a pattern here ... I was getting out of another relationship at the time and I thought, 'What is going on Should I marry this person or not' In the bridge of the song, it says, 'Maybe I'll settle down, get married Or stay single and stay free Which road I'll travel is still a mystery to me.' But I realized I didn't have to make that decision in that moment. I realized I could sit there, dangle my feet in the water and have another beer.
There are two kinds of sex, classical and baroque. Classical sex is romantic, profound, serious, emotional, moral, mysterious, spontaneous, abandoned, focused on a particular person, and stereotypically feminine. Baroque sex is pop, playful, funny, experimental, conscious, deliberate, amoral, anonymous, focused on sensation for sensation's sake, and stereotypically masculine. The classical mentality taken to an extreme is sentimental and finally puritanical the baroque mentality taken to an extreme is pornographic and finally obscene. Ideally, a sexual relation ought to create a satisfying tension between the two modes (a baroque idea, particularly if the tension is ironic) or else blend them so well that the distinction disappears (a classical aspiration).
I'd love to talk to Angelina Jolie. On my show I would love her because she's a mysterious, mysterious figure.
MIND, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavor to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with.
Mystery makes movie stars! If you see someone on the cover of the weeklies all the time, why would you want to pay to see them in a movie?
Human beings, vegetables, or comic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible player
It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.
Personally, when I watch mysteries, I never follow all the plot twists the first time, whether it be Citizen Kane or Chinatown. I never guessed who done it because I'm too wrapped up in the characters and their feelings. Ultimate, what Brick is about is not the plot, but it's really a story about some characters. It's kind of a classic genre story, but the style nobody writes like that nowadays, nobody, and I remember just pacing around my apartment reading the words aloud, and being so pleased having these lyrical words inside my mouth.
Mysteries, like the Masonic rites, are ones parents and elders are sworn not to reveal to the uninitiated, which include all children. And so we sought for signs.
Give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still -- the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.
I was like, gosh, because knowing my luck this would happen. I guess God works in mysterious ways, and we'll see where he takes me.
Guys are simple... women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.
I don't think there's any mystery person.
Africa has her mysteries, and even a wise man cannot understand them. But a wise man respects them.
Through prayer, we look for ways to understand the arbitrary harm left by this storm and the mystery of undeserved suffering, ... And in our search, we are reminded that God's purposes are sometimes impossible to know here on earth. Yet ever as we are humbled by forces we cannot explain, we take comfort in the knowledge that no one is ever stranded beyond God's care.
I am a mystery to myself.
Mary believes that at the center of everyone is a mystery. And the idea that you can sum up a person in two hours, to say that this one event or this one person is what made such and such happen, is ridiculous.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
I think what he will be remembered for most in history is the way he connected with regular people and brought the mystery and beauty of oceans into our personal lives,
A philosopher is aspires to explain away all mysteries, to dissolve them into light.
One practitioner of science is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.
When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.
The mystery, the excitement, the unpredictability has vanished. Of course, I'm as guilty as the rest.
The plain rule is to do nothing in the dark, to be a party to nothing underhanded or mysterious, and never to put his foot where he cannot see the ground.
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
I always feel the desire to look for the extraordinary in ordinary things; to suggest, not to impose, to leave always a slight touch of mystery in my paintings.
EDITOR, n. A person who combines the judicial functions of Minos, Rhadamanthus and Aeacus, but is placable with an obolus a severely virtuous censor, but so charitable withal that he tolerates the virtues of others and the vices of himself who flings about him the splintering lightning and sturdy thunders of admonition till he resembles a bunch of firecrackers petulantly uttering his mind at the tail of a dog then straightway murmurs a mild, melodious lay, soft as the cooing of a donkey intoning its prayer to the evening star. Master of mysteries and lord of law, high-pinnacled upon the throne of thought, his face suffused with the dim splendors of the Transfiguration, his legs intertwisted and his tongue a-cheek, the editor spills his will along the paper and cuts it off in lengths to suit. And at intervals from behind the veil of the temple is heard the voice of the foreman demanding three inches of wit and six lines of religious meditation, or bidding him turn off the wisdom and whack up some pathos.O, the Lord of Law on the Throne of Thought, A gilded impostor is he. Of shreds and patches his robes are wrought, His crown is brass, Himself an ass, And his power is fiddle-dee-dee. Prankily, crankily prating of naught, Silly old quilly old Monarch of Thought. Public opinion's camp-follower he, Thundering, blundering, plundering free. Affected, Ungracious, Suspected, Mendacious, Respected contemporaree --J.H. Bumbleshook
We have a problem playing in the third quarter and that showed tonight. We just fall behind and have to find a way to fight back into it. If I knew why we were a bad third-quarter team, I would make those changes. It's a mystery to me.