All Quotes By Tag: Mystery
“Would you like to know your future?If your answer is yes, think again. Not knowing is the greatest life motivator.So enjoy, endure, survive each moment as it comes to you in its proper sequence — a surprise.”
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“She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.”
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“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.”
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“As Emmanuel, Cardinal Suhard says, “To be a witness does not consist in engaging in propaganda, nor even in stirring people up, but in being a living mystery. It means to live in such a way that one’s life would not make sense if God did not exist.”
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“Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River.Eve: I think it’d be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River.Roarke: ChattahoocheeEve: What’s the difference?Roarke: Quite a bit, I’d think.”
“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”
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“When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.”
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“Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds. Men live the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which they never enter, and with their hands on the door-latch they die outside.”
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“Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?Roarke: You’d be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.Eve: You’re not going to hell.Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?Eve: You married a cop…you married me. I’m your goddamn salvation.”
“Listen carefully. I’d crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it. ”
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“No. No, I don’t believe you’d betray me with her. I don’t believe you’d cheat on me. But I’m afraid, and I’m sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.”
“James felt as he always felt waiting to deliver this kind of news: like an emotional mugger, smashing into other people’s calm lives, leaving agony and loss behind. The aloofness of his role built his guilt, his distance from their pain. That he could introduce himself to people to deliver news that ruined them, with no wounds of his own to show in solidarity. He was the professional, like a doctor, slicing through their existence then going back to his own clean life.”
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