Rene Daumal Quotes

The sun is new each day.

What is the future? What is the past? What are we? What is the magic fluid that surrounds us and conceals the things we most need to know? We live and die in the midst of marvels.

Everything is a mystery, ourselves, and all things both simple and humble.

Science has explained nothing; the more we know the more fantastic the world becomes and the profounder the surrounding darkness.

The shadows in the early morning don't tell much. The shadows rest at that time. So it's useless to gaze very early in the day. Around six in the morning the shadows wake up, and they are best around five in the afternoon. Then they are fully awake.

For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.

Never forget: We are alive within mysteries.

Look at this life - all mystery and magic.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

I want to keep a mysterious side to me. I want to keep a mysterious side to me.

Anything that we think is incredible and beautiful and wonderful, we ascribe to something that we don't know what it is.

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.

I will reveal the secrets behind these doors.

The universe is incredibly wondrous, incredibly beautiful, and it fills me with a sense that there is some underlying explanation that we have yet to fully understand. If someone wants to place the word 'God' on those collections of words, it's OK with me.

There's no such thing as an aura of mystery anymore. It doesn't exist. That's a thing of the past.

I've always had an air of mystery.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

A tree is an incomprehensible mystery.

To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

We have people we admire, like Einstein, saying mystery is the most beautiful thing a human being can experience. Yet, everywhere in our culture, everything that is truly mysterious is immediately dismissed.

There'll always be a part of me that wants to remain mysterious.