Mark Twain Quotes

Something unknown is doing we don't know what.

It's better not to know so much about what things mean or how they might be interpreted or you'll be too afraid to let things keep happening. Psychology destroys the mystery, this kind of magic quality. It can be reduced to certain neuroses or certain things, and since it is now named and defined, it's lost its mystery and the potential for a vast, infinite experience.

The incomprehensible pleases us, the inexplicable is our friend.

Our ignorance can be divided into problems and mysteries. When we face a problem, we may not know its solution, but we have insight, increasing knowledge, and an inkling of what we are looking for. When we face a mystery, however, we can only stare in wonder and bewilderment, not knowing what an explanation would even look like.

People can't really place me. They're not really sure who I am.

The future is hidden by a dark impenetrable veil, and yet we struggle to pierce through it.

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

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

I'm a walking, talking enigma.

It's good to be difficult to know. Too many people are too easy to know.

Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself.

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

I almost think there's a mystique to not knowing everything about me.

Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.

It is Mystery - the mystery any one man or woman can feel but not understand as the meaning of any event - or accident - in any life on earth.

Mystery is underrated, and understanding is overrated.

There isnt always an explanation for everything.

Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

I'm an enigma, an unknown.

Life is a mystery; that means it cannot be solved. And when all efforts to solve it prove futile, the mystery dawns upon you. Then the doors are open; then you are invited. As a knower, nobody enters the divine; as a child, ignorant, not knowing at all- the mystery embraces you. With a knowing mind you are clever, not innocent. Innocence is the door.

What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.

We take comfort, however, that mystery is not a synonym for contradiction.

There are some things that defy explanation- kind of like. . . you know, you.

I and this mystery, here we stand.