Zac Efron is my obsession, we're the same person. We're not actually here, it's like Janet and Michael Jackson. He just puts on his wig and a dress, and it's me, and you don't know that. It's one of the greatest mysteries of all time.
All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?
The thousand mysteries around us would not trouble but interest us, if only we had cheerful, healthy hearts.
God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.
We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.
Understand life's mysteries, - as mysteries to be lived.
However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations. . . Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.
The difference between science and religion is that the former wishes to get rid of mysteries whereas the latter worships them.
I love mysteries on television - the more psychologically complex, the better.
We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the inside.
The kind of poetry I write, lyric poetry, I think is really concerned with intimacy, with mystery. That needn't be religious mystery, there are mysteries to do with everyday life.
The hardest mysteries to solve are the ones you come to near the end, because there isn't enough evidence, not enough to unravel, unless somehow you can go all the way back to the beginning - rewind and replay everything.
We are made mysteries to ourselves by the Rooster Coop we are locked in.
Bangkok 8 is one of the most startling and provocative mysteries that I've read in years. The characters are marvelously unique, the setting is intoxicating and the plot unwinds in dark illusory strands, reminiscent of Gorky Park. Once I started, I didn't want to put it down.
Here then is the pattern in my carpet, the sense of the eternal mysteries, the eternal beauty hidden beneath the crust of common and commonplace things; hidden and yet burning and glowing continually if you care to look with purged eyes.
Summer is my favorite time to read mysteries.
People often say that aesthetics is a branch of psychology. The idea is that once we are more advanced-all the mysteries of art-will be understood by psychological experiments. Exceedingly stupid at this idea is, this is roughly it.
Nature is nowhere accustomed more openly to display her secret mysteries than in cases where she shows tracings of her workings apart from the beaten paths; nor is there any better way to advance the proper practice of medicine than to give our minds to the discovery of the usual law of nature, by careful investigation of cases of rarer forms of disease.
New mysteries. New day. Fresh doughnuts.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.