Mysteries Quotes

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.

Thank God I have four sons. The mother/daughter relationship is one of mankind's great mysteries, and for womankind, it can be hellaciously complicated. My mother and I are quintessential examples of the rewards and frustrations, and the joys and infuriations it can yield.

Beyond that, I seem to be compelled to write science fiction, rather than fantasy or mysteries or some other genre more likely to climb onto bestseller lists even though I enjoy reading a wide variety of literature, both fiction and nonfiction.

The great work must inevitably be obscure, except to the very few, to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.

I rather like mysteries. But I do dislike muddles.

By confronting us with irreducible mysteries that stretch our daily vision to include infinity, nature opens an inviting and guiding path toward a spiritual life.

I like a good fun chick-lit book as much as I like historical fiction, mysteries, or biographies, I like to be well-rounded!

Look, it's one of the great mysteries of the world, I cannot answer that question. I think I'm vaguely blonde. To be perfectly frank, I don't know.

The precise point at which a tax deduction becomes a 'loophole' or a tax incentive becomes a 'subsidy for special interests' is one of the great mysteries of politics.

Mysteries I read for fun, so I will probably never write one, for fear of spoiling the fun.

Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!

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.

There are always wonderful mysteries to confront.

I read mysteries like Nancy Drew and Alfred Hitchcock, and I swim and I ride my motorbike.

The eyes of a poet discover in each person a unique and irreplaceable humanity. While arrogant intellect seeks to control and manipulate the world, the poetic spirit bows with reverence before its mysteries.

I've included these little jokes and mysteries in my writing for the amusement of readers.

Mysteries and thrillers are not the same things, though they are literary siblings. Roughly put, I would say the distinction is that mysteries emphasize motive and psychology whereas thrillers rely more heavily on action and plot.

You know, what a producer does is one of the great mysteries in life, so anyone can be one.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.

I spent my adult life as a scientist, and science is, essentially, the most successful approach we have to try and understand the vast mysteries around.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.

I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I have looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.

Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.

Children know from a remarkably early age that things are being kept from them, that grown-ups participate in a world of mysteries.

Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.

In 1930s mysteries, all sorts of motives were credible which aren't credible today, especially motives of preventing guilty sexual secrets from coming out. Nowadays, people sell their guilty sexual secrets.

But figuring out Saddam Hussein was one our greatest mysteries. He marched to his own drummer and frequently as this unfolded he made decisions which were sometimes inexplicable to us and sometimes didn't look very smart.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.