Best 33 of The unknown quotes - MyQuotes
Few pleasures can equal that of setting off into the unknown.
Destiny is the name we give to the strange way our lives turn out.
I'm afraid of everything I don't know.
C. G. Jung
My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are these cobwebs in the cosmos.
There is a point when facing the unknown stops being a longed-for adventure and becomes a terrifying reality.
I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy?
Cast yourself upon the waters. Trust in your ability to swim.
I saw a bullfrog snap a tiny bird off a reed once, swallowing it just like that, grinding the singing thing to foodstuff in its slimy belly, and the witnessing of that act produced in me an insight: that this moment of terror before resignation was possibly the only ascertainable moment of truth we can ever know in life.
Erich Maria Remarque
It is the second night,” he said. “The dangerous night. The charm of the unknown is gone and the charm of familiarity has not yet come. We’ll survive it.
The real mystery is the known, not the unknown.
He thought about the future and it was a vibrating darkness. He felt fear.
The heart like a lamp must lead the way.
John William Tuohy
There is a sense of danger in leaving what you know, even if what you know isn’t much. These mill towns with their narrow lanes and often narrow minds were all I really knew and I feared that if I left it behind, I would lose it and not find anything to replace it. The other reason I didn’t want to go was because I wanted to be the kind of person who stays, who builds a stable and predictable life. But I wasn’t one of the people, nor would I ever be. I had a vision for my life. It wasn’t clear, but it was beautiful and involved leaving my history and my poverty behind me. I wasn’t happy about who I was or where I was, but I didn’t worry about it. It didn’t define me. We’re always in the making. God always has us on his anvil, melting, bending and shaping us for another purpose. It was time to change, to find a new purpose.
I felt as if something hung there in the back of my mind, waiting to tarnish whatever happiness I might find. Is it safer to be unhappy? Nothing ever wants to take that away.
But this is the power of storytelling, isn’t it? To make sense of the things we can’t figure out ourselves. We make up gods and monsters and origin stories and archetypes and tell each other it’s all explainable so we don’t have to feel the weight of the unknown. That’s the theory anyway. The practice is that we’re all so much better at seeing the faults of others, at watching them make their mistakes and judging from afar, our social telescopes so much more powerful than the microscopes we forget to use on ourselves.
Now I am going to fly toward the unknown with the wings of my love.
Where the signposts end, the trail begins.
You are what resides before, beyond and between what you think so do not be consumed by thought. It is only a fragment of your magic.
I like paths that lead nowhere, that leave you wondering where you are.
With the tower, we knew none of these things. We could not intuit its full outline. We had no sense of its purpose. And now that we had begun to descend into it, the tower still failed to reveal any hint of these things. The psychologist might recite the measurements of the "top" of the tower, but those numbers meant nothing, had no wider context. Without context, clinging to those numbers was a form of madness.
The unknown is so inflammatory to the imagination because it is an imaginatively malleable space: a projection-screen onto which a culture or an individual can throw their fears and their aspirations. Like Echo's cave, the unknown will answer back with whatever you shout at it.
The vast and terrible depth." “Of course,” he said. “The inexhaustibility.” “I understand.” “The whole huge nameless thing.” “Yes, absolutely.” “The massive darkness.” “Certainly, certainly.” “The whole terrible endless hugeness.” “I know exactly what you mean.
A blind man sees with his cane, like all the rest of us.
The greatest mystery of all: tomorrow.
Why do we live in Spooksville? It’s not just because our families live here. It’s because this is a place of adventure. The unknown surrounds us every time we leave our homes. I know what I’m doing is dangerous. All great adventures are.
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
We may be able to predict when it shall rain but the exact second when the first rain drop shall hit the ground is always uncertain all.
The real miracle is the known, not the unknown.
No one notices the obvious so the obvious is the unknown.
My life is my book, but I can't read it.
My greatest pleasure is to travel down an unfamiliar road.
You don't know how to live. You live.
It's tempting to tether ourselves to the familiar comfort of the way things are, but fulfillment is often discovered in the unpredictable and unknown. We can serve ourselves and our universe, best, when we can take the journey that takes us from the limited desire of our ego, to the ever-expanding love and wisdom, of our divine nature.
Only God knows the unknown; so why not follow His guidance through your inner positive voices? He is the main author of your life.