#mystical

Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that many women. The truth is I can't even remember her face. I kind of know how strong her thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won't forget is the way she tore open the barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts. ↗

— Jack Gilbert

#mystical #sex #beauty

I see Canada as a country torn between a very northern, rather extraordinary, mystical spirit which it fears and its desire to present itself to the world as a Scotch banker. ↗

— Robertson Davies

#between #canada #country #desire #extraordinary

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#bourne #city #destination #eternal #even

Sex is a doorway to something so powerful and mystical, but movies usually depict it in a completely flat way. ↗

— David Lynch

#depict #doorway #flat #movies #mystical

The sway of alcohol over mankind is unquestionably due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties of human nature, usually crushed to earth by the cold facts and dry criticisms of the sober hour. ↗

— William James

#cold #criticisms #crushed #dry #due

Nothing is more witty and grotesque than ancient mythology and Christianity; that is because they are so mystical. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#because #christianity #grotesque #more #mystical

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light. ↗

— Aberjhani

#beauty #beauty-in-nature #divinity #elation #faces

I am that is, my sword shall wield for me. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#mysticism

The mystical poetry of William Blake's artwork also forms the basis for the album cover. ↗

— Bruce Dickinson

#album cover #also #artwork #basis #blake

A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until--"My God," says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience... "Look, look!" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#mystical-encounter #reality #unicorn #dreams