Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.
Every life is inexplicable, I kept telling myself. No matter how many facts are told, no matter how many details are given, the essential thing resists telling. To say that so and so was born here and went there, that he did this and did that, that he married this woman and had these children, that he lived, that he died, that he left behind these books or this battle or that bridge – none of that tells us very much.
Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.
A theory of the universe that states: If anyone finds out what the universe is for, it will disappear and be replaced by something more bizarrely inexplicable.
Consciousness is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelation.
No circumstance in the natural world is more inexplicable than the diversity of form and color in the human race.
Of course the theory of evolution would be vacuous if it offered a glib explanation for every inexplicable act.
People cannot endure inexplicable worthlessness
His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.
All evil, in fact the very existence of evil, is inexplicable until we refer to the paternity of God. It hangs a huge blot in the universe until the orb of divine love rises behind it. In that apposition we detect its meaning. It appears to us but a finite shadow as it passes across the disk of infinite light.
For something to hurt that bad, and feel so good, it's just inexplicable.
In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
That which is impenetrable to us really exists. Behind the secrets of nature remains something subtle, intangible, and inexplicable. Veneration for this force beyond anything that we can comprehend is my religion.
As wonders, miracles are always astonishing, but as signs they are never wholly inexplicable.
Being an artist and being a teacher are two conflicting things. When I paint, my work manifests the unexpected. . . In teaching it's just the opposite. I must account for every line, shape and colour and I am forced to give an explanation of the inexplicable and account for the variety of styles the students present.
Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.
Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.
