Quotes About Intrigue

There is more power in telling little than in telling all.

Money and women are the most sought after and the least known about of any two things we have.

body bowed forward as though she were

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery;

I seen a pretty woman in a red dress, the old man said. And then I seen her take it off. What else is there?

Men who pride themselves on being shrewd in discovering the weak points, the vanity, the dishonesty, immorality, intrigue, and pettiness of others think they understand character. They know only a part of character. They know only the depths to which some men may sink; they know not the heights to which some men may rise.

Secrets...are the very root of cool.

What cannot be won by force of arms can often be achieved through cunning, deceit, or by a concealed blade slipped into an enemy's back. —Nicolai

Of all the people I have ever known you are the only one I don't know.

William Hjortsberg

William Hjortsberg

In a few days an officer came to our camp, under a flag of truce, and informed Hamilton, then a captain of artillery, but afterwards the aid of General Washington, that Captain Hale had been arrested within the British lines condemned as a spy, and executed that morning.

Well, how we going to sleep with that going on?" his wife demanded, not unreasonably. "Are they making love, or are they sore at each other, or are they just suffering down there?" ("I Wouldn't Be In Your Shoes")

In a small town nothing is private. Word spreads with the incomprehensibility of magic and the speed of plague.

Oh the secrets of the night.

What does she see in him?' Cork asked. 'He looks like a burned matchstick.

close behind him and listened in on their conversation.

What about you, Mr. Glover. The smartest man in the room is usually the quietest. What do you think about all this?" "I think you killed your wife.

Somebody stitched three holes in a line across that boy's chest and left nothing to indicate who or why.

Instead he lifted up his head and turned his neck so he could catch sight of the man just as he reached the back of the house—a darkly clothed figure with short legs and broad shoulders, his wide back hunched and powerful, running quite quickly despite a slight limp, ripping open the door with massive arms, tearing out into the light, glancing back with a quick twist of his huge neck before jumping like a cheetah over the fence.

I don't believe environment had much to do with it. It must be something deeper than that. She sighed, raised her head, and looked at Mrs. Breedlove once more, thinking: It was something dark. Something dark and unexplainable.

A crime you're trying to solve is a temporary

It made her smile a little at how fitting it was to think that an entrance to Hades could be somewhere in the financial district of Manhattan.

In the end he slunk out of Normandy in December 1203, like a thief in the night.