Arthur Golden Quotes

Savor the mystery, Stephen, we don't get enough of them.

The first thing I didn't understand was my life. It's a mystery. And today I don't understand economy or politics. I don't know why politics or economy are destroying the world, but I will understand after understanding.

I believe that there will be many things that happen to me in my life that I will not be able to explain. Some of those might be magic. I'm not sure.

Understand life's mysteries - as mysteries to be lived.

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.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

We don't have an explanation for everything that happens. We don't control almost anything. And if we are not open to that mystery, life becomes so small.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

They didn't understand it, but like so many unfortunate events in life, just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.

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.

Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.

I always think it's not what we know that's terrifying; it's what we don't know. That's sort of pervasive with everything in life.

We are alive within mystery, by miracle... We have more than we can know. We know more than we can say.

It does not matter that we cannot fathom this mystery. The only real problem comes when we think that we have.

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.

No one infers a god from the simple, from the known, from what is understood, but from the complex, from the unknown, and incomprehensible. Our ignorance is God; what we know is science.

The old man always said we should attend to the things we have some hope of understanding, and eternity isn't one of them. Well, this world isn't one either.

Some things were beyond understanding.

I feel that my life and therefore my writing accept the possibility of all the mystery. Everything we don't know; everything that can possibly happen.

Life is the continuing intervention of the inexplicable.

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.

Life is such a mystery, no one can understand it, and one who claims that he understands it is simply ignorant. He is not aware of what he is saying, of what nonsense he is talking. If you are wise, this will be the first realization: life cannot be understood. Understanding is impossible. Only this much can be understood - that understanding is impossible.

Life is a puzzle that I feel like we'll never fully put together.