The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.
Old Mans Advice to Youth: Never Lose a Holy Curiosity.LIFE Magazine(2 May 1955) p. 64
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
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.
The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
Arthur Conan Doyle; Corrections And Editor Edgar W. Smith; Illustrators,tags:classiccrimedetectivemysterynovel
We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.
I have a friend whos an artist and has sometimes taken a view which I dont agree with very well. Hell hold up a flower and say look how beautiful it is, and Ill agree. Then he says I as an artist can see how beautiful this is but you as a scientist take this all apart and it becomes a dull thing, and I think that hes kind of nutty. First of all, the beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me too, I believe. Although I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is ... I can appreciate the beauty of a flower. At the same time, I see much more about the flower than he sees. I could imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty. I mean its not just beauty at this dimension, at one centimeter; theres also beauty at smaller dimensions, the inner structure, also the processes. The fact that the colors in the flower evolved in order to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting; it means that insects can see the color. It adds a question: does this aesthetic sense also exist in the lower forms? Why is it aesthetic? All kinds of interesting questions which the science knowledge only adds to the excitement, the mystery and the awe of a flower. It only adds. I dont understand how it subtracts.
The Pleasure of Finding Things Out: The Best Short Works of Richard P. Feynmantags:feynmanknowledgemysteryphilosophyscienceunderstanding
No. No, I dont believe youd betray me with her. I dont believe youd cheat on me. But Im afraid, and Im sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.
Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteriesbut not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.
Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Childrentags:earthmysterystarsthought-provoking
Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.
The Burning Secret and other storiestags:curiousityintelligencemysterypuzzletrail
The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...
My mind, he said, rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
Cormac McCarthy,The Roadtags:allegorybrookscreationdestructionearthenvironmentfishglenslossmanmapsmysterynatureparablepasttroutwonderworld753 likesLikeNo, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.
I think its much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I am not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I dont know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why were here. I dont have to know an answer. I dont feel frightened not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell.
Well, good-bye for now, he said, rolling his neck as if we hadnt been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.
His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shockpure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.
He disappearedsimply disappeared, not a shadow in sightinto the crisp air.
It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed
Care of the Soul: A Guide for Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life
The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.
In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarterthey plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.
Thingsll get worse before they get better.
Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?
To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.
The dog did nothing in the night-time.
That was the curious incident, remarked Sherlock Holmes.
Silver Blaze - a Sherlock Holmes Short Storytags:blazecuriousdoghumorincidentmysterysherlock-holmessilver
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.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.
Elegance is a glowing inner peace. Grace is an ability to give as well as to receive and be thankful. Mystery is a hidden laugh always ready to surface! Glamour only radiates if there is a sublime courage & bravery within: glamour is like the moon; it only shines because the sun is there.
We bring the ing rain Q, not the scattered showers.
Every solution to every problem is simple. Its the distance between the two where the mystery lies.
Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but mysterious. But above all black says this: I dont bother you - dont bother me.
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