Quotes About Intrigue

There is a darkness deep in you A frightening magic I cling to

I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again.

Suspense is strong glue between the reader and the writing.

Any word or group of words that makes the reader ask "Why?" or "How?" also serves as an inducement for the reader to go on.

I want my life to be mystifying' she declared, although she didn't know what she meant

it] would seem like a daydream, like touching a tiger's face in the dark.

Once while we were watching the denouement scene of a David Suchet Poirot episode, he [my husband] said irritably, 'Why do they all just sit there and let Poirot accuse them of stuff? I'd get up and walk out.

Here is my recommendation: wherever possible, treat anything you can as a mystery. Why? Because mysteries make life better. I love mysteries, including the desperately-craving-an-answer part, more than I love their solutions. Definite answers shut down possibilities, while an unsolved puzzle ignites our imagination and invites us to think, 'What if it turns out to be something shocking and unguessable that will well and truly blow my mind?'.

Poirot smiled. "You think that I waste time on trivialities, mademoiselle? Non. These little details, apparently unconnected to the two killings, are vital to know. They are the little key that will open the heavy door.

His blue eyes drilled into me. "Why are you doing this?" I shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know." He shook his head once like that wasn't good enough. "Why are you here?" His fingers shifted, the tips sending hot little sparks up my arm. He should look ridiculous with the blue washcloth covering half his face, but he didn't. He looked human and male and all too vulnerable right then. "Because you need someone.

Numberless are the world's wonders, but none More wonderful than man.

Her palace shimered with onyx, garnet, and gold, but was richer still in political and sexual intrigue.

An empty envelope that is sealed contains a secret.

Só posso vos aconselhar a não vos precipitares; observai tudo com vossos próprios olhos, não mudeis coisa alguma, deixai que tudo siga seu curso, caso contrário o caos e a intriga serão infindos, e vós, meus queridos filhos, seríeis envolvidos em uma trama da qual jamais poderíeis vos libertar.

between a woman who has once let a man see her desire and that man the atmosphere is charged with mysterious, dangerous tension.

A new world suddenly opened up on the printed page before me, the words moved vigorously towards me as if they had been seeking me for centuries...

To-day she had watched magic dancing in a mackintosh, and she was at a loss.

Something nasty in the woodshed.

Coward! Liar! Libertine! Who were you with last night? Moll at the mill or Violet at the vicarage? Or Ivy, perhaps, at the ironmongery?

I saw something nasty in the woodshed.' Flora

Persons of Aunt Ada's temperament were not fond of a tidy life. Storms were what they liked; plenty of rows, and doors being slammed, and jaws sticking out, and faces white with fury, and faces brooding in corners, and faces making unnecessary fuss at breakfast, and plenty of opportunities for gorgeous emotional wallowings, and partings for ever, and misunderstandings, and interferings, and spyings, and, above all, managing and intriguing. Oh, they did enjoy themselves!

carefully pulled himself up to look into the horizontal ventilation

There are a lot of things in the world that are unexplainable - love at first sight, vegetable pizza, and potpourri, for instance. But I doubt your ex's murder is one of them.

A lot of good the door did. The man's pheromones oozed through the keyhole and the crack underneath the panelled wood.