Quotes about Mystery
The naked woman's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.
- John Eldredge
What sort of tale have I fallen into? is a question that would help us all a great deal if we wondered it for ourselves.
- John Eldredge
Beautiful things, as Matisse shows, always carry greetings from other worlds within them.
- John Eldredge
The outer life we live from ought (I ought to do this) rather than from desire (I want to do this) and management substitutes for mystery.
- John Eldredge
" "It is the glory of God to conceal a matter," says the book.
- John Eldredge
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet [shofar]. For the trumpet [shofar] will sound, and the dead will be raised. (1 CORINTHIANS 15:51—52)
- John Hagee
The heart is a secret with its Maker; no one on earth can hope to get at it or to touch it.
- John Henry Newman
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
- John Keats
But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?
- John Keats
Pale wox I, and in vapours hid my face. Art thou, too, near such doom? vague
- John Keats
A Man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the Mystery of his life—a life like the scriptures, figurative—which such people can no more make out than they can the Hebrew Bible. Lord Byron cuts a figure but he is not figurative—Shakspeare led a life of Allegory: his works are the comments on it
- John Keats
How is it Shadows! that I knew ye not? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask? Was it a silent deep-disguised plot To steal away, and leave without a task My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour; The blissful cloud of summer-indolence Benumbed my eyes; my pulse grew less and less; Pain had no sting, and pleasure's wreath no flower: O why did ye not melt, and leave my sense Unhaunted quite of all but—nothingness?
- John Keats