#myster

Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described - and will be, after our deaths - by each of the family members who believe they know us. ↗

— Gloria Steinem

#believe #deaths #described #differently #each

Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether. ↗

— Luis Bunuel

#between #chance #despite #fact #fortunately

I think they all went too far. Their jeans got too low, their tops got too see-through. Personally, I think that sexy is keeping yourself mysterious. I'm really an old-fashioned girl, and I think I'm totally sexy. ↗

— Stevie Nicks

#girl #got #i #i think #jeans

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life. ↗

— Lewis Mumford

#contemplation #day #days #fatal #human

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

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

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink? ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#age

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#paris #romance #age

We were the creatures desired throughout the ages... foolish humans didn't even realize it, living in their own little world. ↗

— Kaylynne Spauls

#age

Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world? (pg. 215, Economy and Pleasure) ↗

— Wendell Berry

#creation #mystery #pleasure #work #art