Inexplicable Quotes

“You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.”
― Neil Gaiman

“That— we seemed to have decided without saying a word— might go a long way toward spoiling something that was special, and beautiful, by virtue of its strangeness and delicacy.”
― stephen king, The Green Mile

“She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.”
― Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden

“When faced with the inexplicable, humans will find ways of explaining most horrors away.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“In one corner of the room are an array of small prints of the birds with gold foil laid painstakingly into individual feathers. This is not a room; it is a menagerie, and standing in the midst of it, I am one of its birds. Beside me at the door, Qamar is weeping, and I am trembling like a person in snow. One day, someone will try to explain us as they once tried to explain this, and they will not have the words.”
― Zeyn Joukhadar, The Thirty Names of Night

“We know how ninety-nine percent of the universe works," he told Carter shortly after they met, "and that's the clockworks, that's what we build with. But the other one percent makes the clockworks wind down. That's inertia. No one knows how that works, but it does. It's that one percent mystery that's the way of our maker. Put everything together, energy and inertia, the explicable and the inexplicable, and that's how you and I make our living.”
― Glen David Gold

“Sonrió una vez más. Siempre sonreía como si las corridas de toros constituyeran un secreto especial entre nosotros, un secreto verdaderamente extraño, sorprendente y profundo que compartíamos nosotros dos. Sonreía siempre, como si aquel secreto nuestro tuviera algo de lascivo para los extraños, que nosotros entendíamos perfectamente, pero que no podía explicarse a los demás porque nadie lo entendería.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“He was a fixture of the New Paltz community, an inexplicable light switch in the new apartment that definitely turns something on but you can't quite say what. You flick it whenever you get home and inexplicably feel a sort of relief, promising yourself that you'll figure out the wiring one of these days, but not today. Today, you are a bit too busy and this curious switch isn’t hurting anything by being a mystery.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Find What You Love and Let It Kill You

“May it not be the supreme aim of life thus to bring to birth the inexplicable within ourselves; and do we know how much we add to ourselves when we awake something of the incomprehensible that slumbers in every corner? Here you have awakened love which will not fall asleep again. … nothing can ever separate two souls which, for an instant, ‘have been good together.”
― Maurice Maeterlinck, The Treasure of the Humble

“One of the most breathtaking concepts in all of Scripture is the revelation that God knows each of us personally and that we are in His mind both day and night. There is simply no way to comprehend the full implications of His love by the King of kings and Lord of lords. He is all-powerful and all-knowing, majestic and holy, from everlasting to everlasting. Why would He care about us—about our needs, our welfare, our fears? We have been discussing situations in which God doesn’t make sense. His concern for us mere mortals is the most inexplicable of all.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“I think there should be a little bit of uneasiness in everything, because I do think we're all really in a sense living on the edge. So much of life is inexplicable. . . . The things that happen to you are usually the things that you haven't thought of or that come absolutely out of nowhere. And all you can do is cope with them when they turn up.”
― Edward Gorey, Ascending Peculiarity: Edward Gorey on Edward Gorey

“Rumors served the same role they did for the living: a focus for imagination, a means of making the inexplicable less frightening, small morality plays.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Lifecycle of Suns

“All his life he had been plagued by impulses to do something inappropriate or despicable for no reason: grab his dissertation supervisor by the ears and give him a big Bugs Bunny kiss, drop the precious vase . . . These thoughts arose from nowhere that he could account for and, at their worst, caused him to lose sleep. When he read Goethe's statement about every man secretly believing himself to be an undiscovered genius or an undiscovered maniac, he wept with relief. He lived in fear that the thoughts might show in his eyes. Usually, though, when he had reason to be offended, his mind was a clear disc of hurt, not a thought of any action, violent or otherwise. But something had changed.”
― Luke Kennard, The Transition

“All I had was a wary belief that there were more things in heaven and earth, as the Bard said, that one could explain. And perhaps we were not meant to explain these, perhaps we were only meant to
experience these, live through them, and emerge, bearing on our bodies and our souls the carbuncles of the lived experience,
now fastened onto our selves.”
― Kiran Manral, More Things in Heaven and Earth

“El teatro de la realidad era siempre la misma función cotidiana y el sueño de la realidad era más hermoso que la propia vida.

Nada más cierto que cuando comenzaba la mañana y la radio sonaba al despertar, sentía como de alguna manera no era sino la tarea de Sísifo, de vivir el paraíso de los sueños, sino para repetir en la realidad la condena cada nuevo día.

Entonces este hombre, nunca sabré si en un sueño o en un espacio entre la realidad y los sueños encontró a su Penélope, que cada día vivía en un mar de infinitas posibilidades para olvidar y destejer el ovillo de la realidad en un mismo sueño cada noche, para despertar en un cama de hotel diferente, en una ensoñación, en un viaje alrededor del mundo de lo imposible.
Sucedió que la divina casualidad, el más puro azar o algo inexplicable, hizo que ambos despertaran en el mismo sueño, en la misma cama, en un mismo día.

A ella le gustaba irse de cuarto en cuarto, como en una galería de espejos paralelos hasta que él le tocaba el hombro. Entonces regresaba de cuarto en cuarto despertando hacia atrás.
Era un amor verdadero, que vivía algo así como el día infinito, la realidad de la costumbre, que tejía su amor entre la realidad y los sueños. Sin saber qué parte era ficción, qué parte realidad, qué día era o en qué lugar estaban, tan solo un amor hacia el infinito de lo posible o de lo imposible. Era amor y lo demás, qué importa.”
― Alejandro Mos Riera, La Gran Mentira

“No soy supersticioso, pero lo inexplicable de ciertas coincidencias también me hace dudar de la simple razón positivista que reduce el mundo a una mera estantería de laboratorio.”
― Óscar de la Borbolla, Dios Sí Juega a Los Dados