We think we have solved the mystery of creation. Maybe we should patent the universe and charge everyone royalties for their existence.
I'm tired of being this solemn poet of the masses, the enigma shrouded in a mystery.
Mystery's a thing not easily captured, and once deceased, not easily exhumed.
Faith is not knowledge of what the mystery of the universe is, but the conviction that there is a mystery, and that it is greater than us.
Songwriting is a mystery. And it's a mystery to me that it's a mystery. But that sounds stupid.
Major Greene this evening fell into some conversation with me about the Divinity and satisfaction of Jesus Christ. All the argument he advanced was, "that a mere creature or finite being could not make satisfaction to infinite justice for any crimes," and that "these things are very mysterious. " Thus mystery is made a convenient cover for absurdity.
We have learned to express the more delicate nuances of feeling by penetrating more deeply into the mysteries of harmony.
[This legendary Amazonian substance is] a cybernetic transdimentional medium of some sort that is generated out of the mysteries of the physiology of the human body.
I think masculinity is bravado against the mystery of the universe of women. It's just a fear of not knowing what women have that's so powerful. It's this shield they put up to try to get closer.
If the audience knows what's behind the door and the actor does not, that's comedy. If both the audience and the actor do not know, that's mystery!
Part of what makes me love acting so much is, I love the mystery of the universe and the human experience, and storytelling is a great way to perform that, and that is always inspiring to me.
Time is the central mystery of our existence. It confines and defines us in many ways.
In the deepest heart of all of us there is a corner in which the ultimate mystery of things works sadly.
A number of things in Dhalgren are just meant to function as mysteries. They're mysteries when the book begins, and they're mysteries when the book ends.
Perhaps YOU can help solve a mystery.
When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?
In each of us there dwells a mystery, and that mystery is the human personality.
A tree is a self: it is 'unseen shaping' more than it is leaves or bark, roots or cellulose or fruit. . . What this means is that we must address trees as we must address all things, confronting them in the awareness that we are in the presence of numinous mystery.
And the greatest calamity that has happened to the human mind is that he is against death. Being against death means you will miss the greatest mystery. And being against death also means that you will miss life itself - because they are deeply involved into each other; they are not two. Life is growing, death is the flowering of it. The journey and the goal are not separate; the journey ends in the goal.
Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.