#myst

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image. ↗

— Charles W. Chesnutt

#divine #heart #human #human heart #image

I think that some books are more successful than others to certain readers. People who read my books for the humor, they're going to love one book. People who read my books for the mystery, they might not like that book quite as much. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#books #certain #going #humor #i

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. ↗

— William Styron

#experience #gray #horror #induced #mysteriously

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#endless #explain #love #love is #mystery

I think there's a mystery about what a social movement is. ↗

— Bernadine Dohrn

#i #i think #movement #mystery #social

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection. ↗

— Agnes Martin

#awareness #beauty #eye #i #i think

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #thriller #travel

Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds. Men live the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which they never enter, and with their hands on the door-latch they die outside. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#harmony #love #mystery #faith

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. ↗

— Leni Riefenstahl

#depths #each #experienced #feel #heart

…Obviously, I have always wished I could remember what happened in that wood. The very few people who know about the whole Knocknaree thing invariably suggest, sooner or later, that I should try hypnotic regression, but for some reason I find the idea distasteful. I’m deeply suspicious of anything with a whiff of the New Age about it—not because of the practices themselves, which as far as I can tell from a safe distance may well have a lot to them, but because of the people who get involved who always seem to be the kind who corner you at parties to explain how they discovered that they are survivors and deserve to be happy. I worry that I might come out of hypnosis with that sugar-high glaze of self-satisfied enlightenment, like a seventeen-year-old who’s just discovered Kerouak, and start proselytizing strangers in pubs… ↗

— Tana French

#murder #mystery #age