#myster

The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#cosmos #life #mystery #universe #life

We—all of us—want to feel special. We want to feel the glory that shines on us when we reach beyond our boundaries to grab at something greater, to live a heroic life, if only for a day or a week or a moment. This simple yearning is in us all, hardly recognizable, often only the merest hint that there is something more to us. This is why we seek out new places...we want to remember a somewhere that gave us the space to expand ourselves, to become a little more of who we truly are. ↗

— J.E. Leigh

#travel-writing #life

Then, the sea fell, and the dying voice made another feeble effort, and then the sea rose high, and beat its life out, and lashed the roof, and surged among the arches, and pierced the heights of the great tower; and then the sea was dry, and all was still. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#life

Life is the greatest of all mysteries, and though I seek to solve its many riddles, my deepest fear is that I will succeed. ↗

— Brian Rathbone

#life #magic #mystery #philosophy #life

He was too old to be working, too young to be dead and too broke to do anything else. Life's a bitch, sometimes... ↗

— Chris Culver

#life

Life is volatile. ↗

— Robert J. Pajer

#mystery #thriller #life

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#mystery #nerdfighters #ya #young-adult #love

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

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