Libba Bray Quotes

The marvelous thing is that for thousands of years people have continued questioning and searching and ultimately concluding that reasons for certain occurrences are not given to man to know.

We don't know a millionth of one percent about anything.

Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

There is no shame in admitting that the ultimate principle of all the wonders of the universe is unknown to us.

I have totally hitched my wagon to the horse of storytelling, and the idea that none of us know why we're born, or why we're gonna die, or what we're planted here, or what's on the other side of the galaxy, or when time began, or when time end. The whole nature of reality is pretty up for grabs, really.

I always think it's not what we know that's terrifying; it's what we don't know. That's sort of pervasive with everything in life.

Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

We all fear what we don't know - it's natural.

What can there be concerning outer space but ignorance?

Death would be a complete knowingness, but what frightened him was this: not knowing beforehand what it was he would know.

What cannot be known is more revealing than what can.

You could try and understand people, you could read books and understand words and concepts and ideas, but you could never understand enough or have enough knowledge to keep away the surprises that both fate and human beings had in store.

The advance of scientific knowledge does not seem to make either our universe or our inner life in it any less mysterious.

We are alive within mystery, by miracle... We have more than we can know. We know more than we can say.

Close beside my knowledge lies my black ignorance.

It does not matter that we cannot fathom this mystery. The only real problem comes when we think that we have.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.

No one infers a god from the simple, from the known, from what is understood, but from the complex, from the unknown, and incomprehensible. Our ignorance is God; what we know is science.

How can the unknown merit reverence? In other words how can you revere that of which you are ignorant? At the same time, it would be ridiculous to propose that what we know merits reverence. What we know merits any one of a number of things, but it stands to reason reverence isn't one of them. In other words, apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

We fear that which we cannot see.

She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

We don't have an explanation for everything that happens. We don't control almost anything. And if we are not open to that mystery, life becomes so small.