#myst

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#love #mystery #love

There is a certain mysticism in the Christian's affirmation of the physical universe. There is a confidence that whatever is discovered conforms with Jesus Christ and is a manifestation of His will. ↗

— Gene Edward Veith Jr.

#hedonism #mysticism #sovereignty-of-god #love

...I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship... ↗

— John Geddes

#fascination #love #mystery #wonder #worship

قالَ لــي المحبــوبُ لمّا زرتُهُ - مَنْ ببابي؟ قلـتُ: بالبابِ أنَـــا قال لــي: أخطأتَ تعريفَ الهوى - حينمــا فــرّقتَ فيــه بَيْنَنَا ومضـــى عــــامٌ فلمّا جئتُـــهُ - أطرُقُ البــابَ عليـــه مُوهِنَــا قال لي: مَنْ أنتَ؟ قلتُ: انْظُرْ فما - ثَـــمّ إلّا أنتَ بالبـابِ هُنَـا قال لي: أحسـنتَ تعريفَ الهوى - وَعَــرَفتَ الـحُــب فادخُل يا أنَا ↗

— Saadi

#mystical-poetry #passion #love

Tak ada yang lebih buruk daripada iri pada sahabat, atau mengharapka sesuatu yang menurut perasaanmu seharusnya menjadi milikmu. ↗

— Heather Webber

#romance-love #love

Be cautious not to utter a syllable! Step not out of the circle, and as you love yourself, dare not to look upon my face! ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#warning #warnings #love

Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned out. They weren't brothers. Plot points didn't leave behind grieving sisters who couldn't find their shoes. ↗

— Graham Moore

#conan #doyle #holmes #mystery #sherlock

Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I felt compelled to look deeper, searching for something inside her, but her soul was covered and her eyes would not show me. ↗

— Cristina Martin

#literary #mystery #romance-love-heartache #thriller #love

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand) Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years Or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand) And if it ever was there and it left Does it mean it was never true And to exist it must elude Is that why I think these things of you? ↗

— Emily Saliers

#mystery #love

She loves mysteries that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#green #john #mystery #paper #town