Examples of using "Mystères" in a sentence and their english translations:
I like mysteries.
Don't you just love a mystery?
- Life is full of mysteries.
- Life is full of secrets.
- Space is full of mystery.
- Space is full of mysteries.
Don't you just love a mystery?
Don't you just love a mystery?
- Life is full of mysteries.
- Life is full of secrets.
Nature is full of mysteries.
- Who shall ever unravel the mysteries of the sea?
- Who is able to reveal the mysteries of the sea?
To me, it suffices to wonder at these secrets
He was interested in the mysteries of the Orient.
The doctors inquired into the mystery of nature.
This is one of the greatest mysteries in astrophysics.
This is one of the great mysteries of the ancient world,
There are many mysteries in life.
My childhood was a world of wonder and mysticism,
One of the biggest mysteries in evolutionary biology
- Space is full of mystery.
- The universe is full of secrets.
This is one of the greatest mysteries in all of science.
Chess can make anyone who wishes to unravel its mysteries happy.
Mysteries abound where most we seek for answers.
Tom's uncle can only comprehend a quarter of a tenth of all these mysteries.
When we remember that we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
it's able to clear out many of the mysteries about why and how math works.
One of the great mysteries of life is how a cat decides what to do next.
- Nature is full of mystery.
- Life is full of mysteries.
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
Of all the mysteries of the stock exchange there is none so impenetrable as why there should be a buyer for everyone who seeks to sell.
This said, / I ceased, and Helenus with slaughtered kine / implores the god, and from his sacred head / unbinds the wreath, and leads me to the shrine, / awed by Apollo's power, and chants the doom divine:
So to his shade, with funeral rites, we rear / a mound, and altars to the dead prepare, / wreathed with dark cypress. Round them, as of yore, / pace Troy's sad matrons, with their streaming hair. / Warm milk from bowls, and holy blood we pour, / and thrice with loud farewell the peaceful shade deplore.