Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Quotes

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

Life to me is defined by uncertainty. Uncertainty is the state in which we live, and there is no way to outfox it.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Thoughts will change and shift just like the wind and the water when you're on the boat; thoughts are no different than anything else.

Life is a mystery: you've just got to go with it.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

Life is like a novel. It's filled with suspense. You have no idea what is going to happen until you turn the page.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

How can we live without the unknown before us?

For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.

Everything flows and nothing abides. Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.

A way of life which excludes the realm of the unknown and the mysterious is simply not in harmony with life itself.

Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.

But nothing is solid and permanent. Our lives are raised on the shakiest foundations. You don't need to read history books to know that. You only have to know the history of your own life.

Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?

Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventually they are gone, brown, crumbling, scattered on the wind. But the tree remains. The tree is what is important. The tree lives on. That was a difficult knowledge to bear, and an even more difficult life to live. Of course, being the leaf wasn't exactly desirable either.

Clouds float in the same pattern only once.

We cannot conceive how the Foetus is form'd in the Womb, nor as much as how a Plant springs from the Earth we tread on ... And if we are ignorant of the most obvious things about us, and the most considerable within our selves, 'tis then no wonder that we know not the constitution and powers of the creatures, to whom we are such strangers.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.