#myster

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 looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life. ↗

— Leni Riefenstahl

#mystery-of-life #reincarnation #life

Daniel supposed he had a secret life. Most people did; it was hardly possible to live without one. ↗

— P.D. James

#mask #mystery #psychology #secret #life

The concept of randomness and coincidence will be obsolete when people can finally define a formulation of patterned interaction between all things within the universe. ↗

— Toba Beta

#define #formulation #interaction #life #mystery

What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery. ↗

— Howard Thurman

#mystery #secret #life

Life is volatile. ↗

— Robert J. Pajer

#mystery #thriller #life

Every life is a mystery. And every story of every life is a mystery. But it is not what happens that is the mystery. It is whether it has to happen no matter what, whether it is ordered and ordained, fixed and fated, or whether it can be missed, avoided, circumvented, passed by; that is the mystery. If she had not come along the Via Piemonte that day, would it still have happened? If she had come along the Via Piemonte that day, but ten minutes later than she did, would it still have happened? Therein lies the real mystery. And no one ever knows, and no one ever will. ("For The Rest Of Her Life") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#fate #free-will #life #mystery #random-chance

Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I felt compelled to look deeper, searching for something inside her, but her soul was covered and her eyes would not show me. ↗

— Cristina Martin

#literary #mystery #romance-love-heartache #thriller #love

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand) Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years Or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand) And if it ever was there and it left Does it mean it was never true And to exist it must elude Is that why I think these things of you? ↗

— Emily Saliers

#mystery #love

She loves mysteries that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#green #john #mystery #paper #town

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. ↗

— Kate Carlisle

#men