“The mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.”

Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.

We must occasionally follow visions and dreams.

If we are going to do anything significant with life, we sometimes have to move away from it- beyond the usual measurements.

You think you’ve made something really great, but there’s a reason why it’s not resonating the way some previous work did. But it’s not that easy to just replicate.

One thing is that life’s great moments evolve from simple acts of cooperation with God’s mysterious promptings-nudges that always lean toward finding what’s been lost and freeing what’s been enslaved .

One’s life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d’you know, it’s most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away.

The idea of a future without her wasn’t to be borne. She had by some mysterious metamorphosis become more beautiful than anyone else he had ever encountered.

Acting is a mysterious process.

The more mysterious, the more imperfect; as darkness is, in comparison with light–so is mystery, in comparison with knowledge.

It’s impressive when you’re such a mysterious fictional character that even avid enthusiasts are debating your existence within the mythos.

To imagine that “God moves in mysterious ways” is to put up a smokescreen of mystery behind which fantasy may survive in spite of all the facts.