Marilynne Robinson Quotes

Our lives don't really belong to us, you see -- they belong to the world, and in spite of our efforts to make sense of it, the world is a place beyond our understanding.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

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.

If the world was perfect, it wouldn't be.

One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.

Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

The world is not always ours to understand.

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.

All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.

But sometimes you can't figure everything out because you can't ever really understand other people. You can't understand why they do what they do. You just have to accept a little mystery, Ben. People are mysterious, the world is mysterious. You can't know everything. You're not supposed to. This isn't a history book. It's just the world. It's a messy place.

Life, what is it but a dream?

The world is a playground, and death is the night.

There is much more mystery in the shadow of a man walking on a sunny day, than in all religions of the world.

Never forget: We are alive within mysteries.

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.

The world's a puzzle; no need to make sense out of it." - Socrates

Well, to find, not the meaning of life because I believe in mysteries, I believe that there is a mystery that goes far beyond our understanding.

All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place.

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

Neither death nor wisdom has a full stop. There are only commas-no destinations, only waiting rooms.

We're making it up. The world, the universe, life, reality. Especially reality.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

One may say the eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.