#myster

I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#mystery #politics #life

Science is Christian, not when it condemns itself to the letter of things, but when, in the infinitely little, it discovers as many mysteries and as much depth and power as in the infinitely great. ↗

— Edgar Quinet

#condemns #depth #discovers #great #infinitely

There is something really mysterious about lions. They could rip you apart if they wanted to, but at the same time they look so cuddly. Can you imagine what humans look like to animals? They must think we're so weird. ↗

— Lee Ryan

#apart #could #cuddly #humans #imagine

The moment at which music reveals its true nature is contained in the ancient exercise of the theme with variations. The complete mystery of music is explained right there. ↗

— Pierre Schaeffer

#complete #complete mystery #contained #exercise #explained

I love to be with my son and my grandchildren, like normal people. I have no particular idea of what I represent to other people. It's very mysterious to me. I don't understand it. ↗

— Omar Sharif

#i #i love #idea #like #love

The great mystery of our consciousness is beyond our grasp. ↗

— William Shatner

#consciousness #grasp #great #mystery #our

I personally don't believe in aliens. But, I do believe that there is something out there that is accountable for all these mysterious things that are going on: I think it is a spiritual thing not a material thing. ↗

— J. T. Walsh

#believe #going #i #i do #i think

It's like with a girl: it's more fun to meet and slowly, gradually learn things about each other. A little mystery is always nice and it's interesting to still learn new things about someone you are involved with. ↗

— Larry Wilcox

#always #each #fun #girl #gradually

I was sitting at the bar of the Hegira that night when Ginny came in. The barkeep, an ancient sad-eyed patriarch named Jose, had just poured me another drink, and I was having one of those rare moments any serious drunk can tell you about. A piece of real quiet. Jose's cheeks bristled because he didn't shave very often, and his apron was dingy because it didn't get washed very often, and his fingernails had little crescents of grime under them. The glass he poured for me wasn't all that clean. But the stuff he poured was golden-amber and beautiful, like distilled sunlight, and it made the whole place soothing as sleep—which drunks know how to value because they don't get much of it. ↗

— Stephen R. Donaldson

#beauty

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future. ↗

— Patty Duke

#believe #come #date #december #end