Quotes About Mystery

The world doesn't extend in merely two dimensions. There exist profound depths within itself. This world could never be summarized by materialism or any single doctrine. Accept the great mysteries...and explore the universe from within your world. That is the way of magic.

Don't forget.../ ...When you gaze into the darkness.../ The darkness gazes back into you.

Dot wondered how she was to mention Phryne's habit of strewing her boudoir with beautiful naked young men. She could not think of a method of introducing the subject and decided to leave it to Phryne to cope with.

I want to find the murderer too. I don't like having my journeys interrupted by chloroform.

Phryne opened her book and sipped her lemonade. Agatha Christie. What a plotter. Phryne wished briefly that the real world was so amenable to being solved. ***

Phryne read a detective story, frequently going back because she suddenly found herself reading a conversation between two characters she had not met before—

Bert swore, trousered his gun, and found a stub of pencil which he licked, then used to write down the car's number on his far-from-white cuff.

We went out to investigate and found the maid collapsed on the path, gasping that Miss Lavender was dead. I looked inside the cottage. I did not touch anything. I saw Miss Lavender on the floor, dead as a doornail. I sent my niece inside and informed Mrs. Needham that she had a vacancy. I know nothing else about the matter.

As I said to that policeman, I don't know. I've

Her Beretta was holstered in her garter worn high on her thigh, under the shapeless blue dress. She had donned shoes in which she could run. The high heels had done their work and could be presented to the poor, assuming that they wanted to court a broken ankle along with their other problems. Along her forearm, covered by the loose sleeve, her throwing knife was strapped. Phryne, as a helpless victim, was a complete failure.

Kerry Greenwood

Phryne watched as a male chest was bared by skilled hands, to be mouthed and kissed by… Another man.

There's a nasty story…' Dot began. 'Do tell,' encouraged Phryne.

Lie still,' she urged. 'You are hurt. Someone shot you, and damn near shot me, too. Who was it?' The head shook, the lips moved. He was clad in a workman's collarless blue shirt, and what had been a respectable grey serge suit before he had taken to dying in it.

I'm concealing a lot of things. That's what a lady does.

Phryne was getting out of the car. Dot closed her eyes. Miss Fisher was about to happen to someone again.

A young man in one's hotel bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.

I always like cases when the victim's been practically begging to be killed. It means I don't have to be sorry for him.

You know, one thing I've seen in my eight decades of life is that the Lord works His will in mysterious and mighty ways.

You know, one thing I've seen in my eight decades of life is that the Lord works His will in mysterious and mighty ways. Today is yet another example.

No podríamos seguir siendo amigos?... -Seguro que muere un hada cada vez que en algún lugar del mundo se formula esta pregunta.

En el comedor se hizo un silencio sepulcral—susurró Xemerius desde la araña—. Todas las miradas apuntaban a la muchacha de la blusa amarillo pipí...

Ruby red, with G major, the magic of the raven, brings the Circle of Twelve home into safe haven.

If we were in a film, the villain would turn out to be the least-expected person. But as we aren't in a film, i'd go for the character who tried to strangle you.