“When the wind carries a cry which is meaningful to human ears, it is simpler to believe the wind shares with us some part of the emotion of Being than that the mysteries of a hurricane's rising murmur reduce to no more than the random collision of insensate molecules.” BelieveHumansEmotionMysteryShareCryWindEarsMeaningfulRisingCarrieHurricanesMoleculesCollision Book:Advertisements for Myself Source: Advertisements for Myself
“The art form has to do with the mystery and the hidden invitation that's in the room. And that's when the magic happens, that's when the deep silence emerges to the surprise of all the attentively listening ears. In a way, you're following that silence. You go where the silence is deepest.” WayArtHappensFormRoomsSilenceMagicMysteryListeningEarsSurpriseFollowingSilence IsInvitationsListening Ear Author:David Whyte
“Mystery keeps man alive; it opens his ears, his eyes, and his mind! Find a mystery and try to solve it!” MenTryingMindEyeAliveMysteryEarsSolveHis Eyes Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan
“A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel... he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men... a good ruler has to learn his world's language... it's different for every world... the language of the rocks and growing things... the language you don't hear just with your ears... the Mystery of Life... not a problem to solve, but a reality to experience... Understanding must move with the flow of the process.” MenWorldDifferentProblemRealityMovingLanguageProcessUnderstandingGrowingMysteryRocksFlowEarsLaysSolveCoffeeRulersFinestMystery Of LifeGrowing Things Author:Frank Herbert
“I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time her death will be a mystery, even to me.” KnowsSaidI CanHelpingCan DoMysteryEarsBowlsCornI Can Do It Book:Four Past Midnight Source: Four Past Midnight
“I told myself: 'I am surrounded by unknown things.' I imagined man without ears, suspecting the existence of sound as we suspect so many hidden mysteries, man noting acoustic phenomena whose nature and provenance he cannot determine. And I grew afraid of everything around me – afraid of the air, afraid of the night. From the moment we can know almost nothing, and from the moment that everything is limitless, what remains? Does emptiness actually not exist? What does exist in this apparent emptiness?” KnowsMenDoeMomentsNightSoundExistenceAirMysteryGrewEarsRemainsDetermineEmptinessSuspectsLimitlessParanoiaAcousticsUnknown ThingsMystery Men Author:Guy de Maupassant
“...Mr. Wodehouse is a prose stylist of such startling talent that Frankie nearly skipped around with glee when she first read some of his phrases. Until her discovery of Something Fresh on the top shelf of Ruth's bookshelf one bored summer morning, Frankie's leisure reading had consister primarily of paperback mysteries she found on the spinning racks at the public library down the block from her house, and the short stories of Dorothy Parker. Wodehouse's jubilant wordplay bore itself into her synapses like a worm into a fresh ear of corn.” FirstsStoriesReadingFoundHouseMorningMysteryTalentSummerDiscoveryEarsLibraryBlockBoredPhrasesProseShort StoryLeisureBoresShelvesWormsCornSpinningGleeRacksPublic LibraryStylistRuthWordplayBookshelvesSynapses Book:The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks Source: The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks
“Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.” WayHeartDoeHappensEyeSpeakVoiceLove IsMysteryEarsEmbrace Author:David Gemmell