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We fail so easily to see the difference between fear of the unknown and respect for the unknown, thinking that those who do not hasten in with bright lights and knives are deterred by a holy and superstitious fear. Respect for the unknown is the attitude of those who, instead of raping nature, woo her until she gives herself. But what she gives, even then, is not the cold clarity of the surface but the warm inwardness of the body - a mysteriousness which is not merely a negation, a blank absence of knowledge, but that positive substance which we call wonderfull.

We fear which we cannot see

Well, suppose we remain upon earth, after all? Suppose we bravely accept the death of our dreams at the same time as the death of our bodies? This beyond is decidedly uncertain, quite vague and mobile. I do not believe that it exists everywhere; I believe that it is nowhere except in our infantile imaginations. Born with us, it will end at the same moment that we do, to be born anew in our posterity. The beyond is the earthly tomorrow, as we bequeath it to our heirs and as they modify it by their efforts and in accordance with their tastes.

We understood it was possible to know things one was not supposed to know…” Lone Walk From Panther Creek.

What is known and what is unknown is always relative because what is unexpected depends entirely upon what we expect (desire)-- on what we had previously planned and presumed. The unexpected constantly occurs because it is impossible, in the absence of omniscience, to formulate an entirely accurate model of what actually is happening or of what should happen.

When nothing around you makes sense, everything is equally threatening.

What we essentially want is to draw something unknown to us in all its shadowiness, not something we know in all its illumination.

[...] what you see is likely to be less Black Swannish than what you do not see.

What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfort Of being strangers, at least to ourselves.

When I was four I believed everything, accepted everything, and was scared of nothing. Now I was eight, and I believed in what I could see and was scared of anything I couldn't. Scared of things in the darkness, of things invisible to see.

When the unknown becomes known, we lose something very big: The beauty of mystery!

When we are able to break free from the imprisonment of our little, small self-thinking and dare to face the essence of life, we recognize we are never at home with ourselves. We are always on the road. By challenging the unknown and the unidentified we are capable of opening our skyline. ("Transcendental journey")

When they find what they don't like , they destroy it. Because it scares them-and you girls would scare them as much as anything they've ever seen.' 'Why?' asked Isobel. 'Because . . . because of what they believe.

When you perceive through your senses, the object may be, of the outside world, but you see the object, inside of you, in your awareness field.

When you are isolated and obscured, your achievements may be wonderful but unknown.

With every dream and with every love, you have to die to the old, and be reborn to the new. You must leave what you know behind, and surrender to the unknown.

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

With life, everything that’s needed to be known can be known by human. No mystery can be hidden from you if you really try to look into it.

Without adventure into the unknown, we fail to lay the foundation for any success.

Without good personal brands, whatever you do may not be accepted and patronized; without any brand at all, you may do something great which will not be known.

You cannot know for certain that what you've experienced will result in the same end. Braving the unknown is what makes us all human and vulnerable. Every person has a past he or she must come to live with, as well as a future that is not yet written--do not give up the fight already.

With the known, you simply repeat the process. With the unknown, you access the new doorways to life.

Writing is all at once an exploration of what is, and what is not. Of the known, and the unknown. A journey into the depths of self, and all of humankind.

You are allowed to float around having no damned idea what you want to do with yourself with no actual time frame in which you need to figure it out.

You can leave your place you are sitting at without leaving that place either by playing music or by listening to music! Music is a migration to the unknown!

You cannot be afraid of the unknown. In every moment and with every step you take, the unknown becomes the known.

You do not have to know which path you must take. That's not how life works. You simply must be curious and daring enough to take a step into the unknown. That's how you come to know.

You know the facts about me about which even i am unknown...

You have to be willing to wander in the dark to find a distant light.

You have to be willing to wander into the dark to find a distant light.

You laugh because what's fearful and unknown is also what's funny, you laugh the way a small child will sometimes laugh and cry at the same time when a capering circus clown approaches, knowing it is supposed to be funny... but it is also unknown, full of the unknown's eternal power.

Your mind is filled with ample secret abilities not known to you, keep it active by shutting down disbelieve.

Your dreams are like the market grounds; their locations really matter. If you keep hiding your potentials out of sight, you may be great but unknown! Your influence can travel long distances if only you give them the chances to go where they are needed! Rebrand yourself!

An adamant silence overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of an indefinable unknown, unconsciously desired.

And back up they would go, not knowing where or when they would be able to land again.

Always approach what is known like it is unknown to learn more than you ever knew before.

And his eyes will only know darkness, His ears will only know hatred, His hands will only destroy, And from his feet, Obscurity shall walk.

Aunt Grace had once told me that we can romanticize the unknown far too easily. It is much harder but more satisfying to assign wonder to what we were familiar with.

And there’s no figuring out the unknowable. And there’s some kind of oxymoron in that that’s more moron than anything else.

Anonymity crowned him as if t'were the halo of romantic glory.

At the fruit of existence, there is a single concept of anonymity. This unknown concept is well known however. All one has to do is simply look behind the mirror for the answer. Yet, the answer won't come until the right question is asked. Because the illusions of reality are dressed in endless reflections, the blind will continue to be guided by the blind. The unknown concept is recognized to those who have tasted the fruit of existence, and as distant as the woman trying to grab Heaven from the reflection of an empty pond.

But what would happen if I put on the ring?” the boy asked. “There is only one way to find out.

Be a man: accept the challenge of the unknown, of the beyond. Let it become a great dream in your being.

Bushwhacking through unchartered territory is how you discover who you are and what you’re here for. Getting lost is how you find your way. There is no other way.

By Jove, it's great! Walk along the streets on some spring morning. The little women, daintily tripping along, seem to blossom out like flowers. What a delightful, charming sight! The dainty perfume of violet is everywhere. The city is gay, and everybody notices the women. By Jove, how tempting they are in their light, thin dresses, which occasionally give one a glimpse of the delicate pink flesh beneath! "One saunters along, head up, mind alert, and eyes open. I tell you it's great! You see her in the distance, while still a block away; you already know that she is going to please you at closer quarters. You can recognize her by the flower on her hat, the toss of her head, or her gait. She approaches, and you say to yourself: 'Look out, here she is!' You come closer to her and you devour her with your eyes. "Is it a young girl running errands for some store, a young woman returning from church, or hastening to see her lover? What do you care? Her well-rounded bosom shows through the thin waist. Oh, if you could only take her in your arms and fondle and kiss her! Her glance may be timid or bold, her hair light or dark. What difference does it make? She brushes against you, and a cold shiver runs down your spine. Ah, how you wish for her all day! How many of these dear creatures have I met this way, and how wildly in love I would have been had I known them more intimately. "Have you ever noticed that the ones we would love the most distractedly are those whom we never meet to know? Curious, isn't it? From time to time we barely catch a glimpse of some woman, the mere sight of whom thrills our senses. But it goes no further. When I think of all the adorable creatures that I have elbowed in the streets of Paris, I fairly rave. Who are they! Where are they? Where can I find them again? There is a proverb which says that happiness often passes our way; I am sure that I have often passed alongside the one who could have caught me like a linnet in the snare of her fresh beauty.

Death takes us by surprise, And stays our hurrying feet; The great design unfinished lies, Our lives are incomplete But in the dark unknown, Perfect their circles seem, Even as a bridge's arch of stone Is rounded in the stream. Alike are life and death, When life in death survives, And the uninterrupted breath Inspires a thousand lives. Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still traveling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.

Caution should always be the prime form of interaction or approach with any unknown quantity.

Dear Change, My fear of the unknown finally outweighed my fear of the familiar.

Coincidences link us to the unknown and weave us into it.

Don’t be afraid of the unknown because you will become enslaved to it