Quotes About Intrigue

Anything covered is always interesting. There is never nothing beneath something that is covered.

I thought so. Anything covered is always interesting. There is never nothing beneath something that is covered. As a child, I used to cover my face with my hands so that no one would know I was there. And then I discovered that covering my face made me more visible because everyone was curious to see what it was I wanted to hide in the first place.

opened her door. Jess pushed her sunglasses up her nose. "You have

Abbotts." Kerri checked her

Maybe, but it's more than that. She intrigues me. There's a light in her that wants to shine, but the darkness won't let it. I want to help push the darkness aside so she can find that light again.

Sir Arthur Eddington as he contemplated the peculiarities of the quantum domain: "Something unknown is doing we don't know what.

Strangers are endearing because you don't know them yet.

The media will have you love people you don't even know.

I do want lots of things, most of which are under your dress.

Sir Adam tells me your husband had looked for you prior to the meal that day and couldn't find you," Faucon said. "Where were you?" "Hiding," she said with a sigh. "It's what I do here.

If Meridith had been anxious the night before, it was nothing compared to her response upon seeing Jake at her door. His hair was damp, like he'd just stepped from the shower, and he spun a roll of blue painter's tape around his index finger. He wore a black polo, fitted jeans, and a furtive grin. How had she gotten herself into this? "Noelle

She'd been busy all day, though she made time to stand over his shoulder plenty. However, he'd discovered the key to getting rid of her. Just a few personal questions, and she ran for cover. He smothered a grin. Might be kind of entertaining. The

Stop it," he whispered. "Stop what?" "Looking at me like that." "I'm trying to figure you out.

Know what you do to me, city girl?" The question seemed to ease her mind. The corner of her lips curled up. "Good to know.

I wanted to know all the bones in your spine, all the pores of your skin, tendrils of body hair. To let all of my skin, my hands, ankles, shoulders, breasts, even my shadow, be forever imprinted with whatever of you is forever unknown of me.

He still looked cute enough to justify what was starting to happen, whatever that was.

Why do you think UFOs never land? Why don't ghosts just say hello?

She wears only black-rimmed glasses, and is holding a paperback titled Murder and Mayhem in Goose Pimple Junction. Her light

What intrigues you about me in the beginning is what you'll hate about me in the end.

I have quite a story to tell you," Parke said with a dramatic flair. "Sit back with that 'coke' and listen to the tale I'm about to spin. It's a grand one, full of action, suspense, intrigue, violence, and even some juicy stuff. Just what a good story should have, don't ya' think?

I woke up, a bag of bones. Literally. They had gathered up my bones and put them in a bag and thrown the bag into a river.

So how are we going to get into the temple, anyway? Are we going to fight our way through the Necromancers on our own?' 'No, we're going to find a way to let our friends in, and then we'll let them fight while we stand by and look smug.' 'I like that plan.' 'It has its moments.

You've been reading Gordan's book again, haven't you?" "It's a white-knuckle roller-coaster ride," she mumbled.

While my insides may be rotten, I still like a good reason to kill someone. It has to be either business, personal, or out of sheer boredom.