Quotes About Intrigue

dijo otro- , nos traes a conocer a una dama, y apenas si con mucha dificultad se ven los dedos de la mano.

he is able to appear inside locked rooms and come and go in ways an ordinary body could not do.

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Let yourself be enchanted in small ways.

He was a mystery. Intimacy is a mystery; maybe that's what he wanted.

Here is a book of tongues. Take it. (Dark leaves invade the air.) Beware! I now know a language so beautiful and lethal My mouth bleeds when I speak it.

Rea azon gondolkozott, hogyan iszik a kefeköt?, és egyáltalán ki az és mit csinál. Csöngettek, mert éppen volt áram (…).

I suppose there's always a place for Judas, at any table." *

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

Let some things remain mysterious.

without warning, the thermometer disappeared from my fingers. Some sudden suction had drawn it inside the cow. I ran my fingers round just inside the rectum—nothing; I pushed my hand inside without success; with a feeling of rising panic I rolled up my sleeve and groped about in vain.

Then the nose moved along the rubber tube up to the bottle and back again, sniffing with the utmost concentration. When I removed the needle the nose began a careful inspection of the injection site. Then a tongue appeared and began to lick the bullock's neck methodically. I squatted back on my heels and watched. This was something more than mere curiosity; everything in the dog's attitude suggested intense interest and concern.

I shall be very deeply interested—in due course.

If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that's why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is.

Anxiety is the price of the ticket to life: intrapsychic depression is the by-product of the refusal to climb aboard.

I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work.

If Dann's dane, Ann's dirty, if he's plane she's purty, if he's fane, she's flirty, with her auburnt streams, and her coy cajoleries, and her dabblin drolleries, for to rouse his rudderup, or to drench his dreams. If hot Hammurabi, or cowld Clesiastes, could espy her pranklings, they'd burst bounds agin, and renounce their ruings, and denounce their doings, for river and iver, and a night. Amin !

Sayyessik, Ballygarry. The fourscore soculums are watchyoumaycodding to cooll the skoopgoods blooff.

Varina could weave a spiderweb and sprinkle it with gold dust and lure you inside and wrap it around both your eyes and your heart, all the while making you enjoy your own entrapment.

A woman opened the back door. She wore a black suit and hose; her hair was black, too, pulled straight back, her skin the color of paste, her eyes dark and luminous, as though she had a fever. "I'm Emmeline.

Rumor has it that Palpatine has some secret project in the works.

Under those blue pajamas was a shape to set a man nuts . . . .

I caught his eye running over my clothes once more, and I thought perhaps over what was beneath my clothes as well, and