Mystery Quotes
(About changing faith) At our best, Christians embrace it, leaving enough space within orthodoxy for God to surprise us every now and then.
When I think of existence, I cannot help but wonder, "What is life, anyway?" Where do I fit in the grand scheme of life? What is the point of it, anyway? Is this a test—and if so, am I passing it?
May your feet ever walk in the light of two suns... and may the moonshadow never fall on you...
Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.
True Love is when you are able to see yourself in another, when you recognize that there is no separation between you and any other Being in the Universe.
You are not limited to this body, to this mind, or to this reality—you are a limitless ocean of Consciousness, imbued with infinite potential. You are existence itself.
Everything exists as information in a field of infinite possibilities, and it is our Consciousness that renders the information and causes it to appear as the material world.
Everything we perceive to be solid and static is made up of almost entirely empty space.
Subject and object are not separate—so-called objective reality is projected by our subjective Consciousness.
God is the ultimate ground of Being, and this ultimate ground of Being is YOU. For one who realizes their true nature as God, as Consciousness, life becomes a joy without end.
We often try to force the experience we want to have, instead of allowing the experience we were meant to have, and in doing this, we miss out on gaining any new insight or understanding.
Until we heal the root cause of our suffering, and awaken to our true nature, our inherent confusion will continue to manifest itself in the world around us.
You do not have an existence independent of your environment, but rather you are your environment, and your environment is you.
You are just as connected to the Universe as a finger is to a hand, or as a branch is to a tree. The entire cosmos is expressing itself through your being.
An ocean of shimmering love exists in your heart. Tap into it today and rest in the undulating currents of the great mystery.
That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas
True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.
It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.
My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. “Viktor, what?
I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.
My ex calls the ochre winter 'autumn' as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark.— Broken Verses
When it's sunny, why not spend some time dressing up and go out to have a walk!
He saw trust. Complete trust. It was a gift, a precious one, and it humbled him. I've got you, Emeline. I will always be with you.Dragomire to Emeline, Dark Legacy, Dark #27
If your neighbor's lawn looks better than yours, don't let jealousy consume you ..... start working on yours. With love and dedication, your side will look better than their.
How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?
She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.
So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.
Oh, sometimes I like to put the sand of doubt into the oyster of my faith." (Br. Cadfael)
She walks, on the streets, with a face that, doesn't belong.It smiles more than, many put together, whole day long.Her heart misfit, a little chipped.And she likes to, call it once broken, but now stitched.
It'll be a change, " says Marcus. "Something different.""Not a mystery."Marcus laughs. "No. Not a mystery. Just a nice safe history."Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing.
The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.
I've come back for you, my love, my life. Let me look at you, keep you, never let go of you.
Like herbs in a pestle, life steadily ground out the essence of those who did not have access to comforts.
He wrote: "A religion to be true must include everything from the amoeba to the milky way." Nothing must be excluded from our view and purview for any faith to be true.
Progress daily in your own uncertainty. Live in awareness of the questions.
So many questions remain unanswered. Perhaps we are poorer for having lost a possible explanation or richer for having gained a mystery. But aren't both possibilities equally intriguing?