Quotes About Mystery

It was true that he was weary after having spent the last seven days traveling from Kent to the shadowed edges of the Exmoor Forest. It was also true that the wilds of Somerset and Cornwall were said to breed wraiths and other netherworld creatures, and Dunster was right in the middle of dark and mysterious lands. But being a man of logic, Sir Gart Forbes wasn't one to believe in ghosts or phantoms or fairies. Still, he wasn't quite sure what he had seen.

m'a interrogée à maintes reprises sur ces brefs passages, étant donné qu'ils proviennent d'une voix narrative tout à fait différente de celle du reste des livres dans cette série sur les sœurs Aldridge. Les lecteurs curieux veulent avant tout en savoir plus sur les derniers instants de la vie de Flo Aldridge. Qui était-elle ? Qu'est-ce qui l'a

There were a number of spots on the backsplash as well, behind the oven, which might have easily been the remnants of a fat, juicy steak, but if they tested the blood Zoe was pretty sure they'd find human DNA. The spatters had been there about a week now. Neither she nor Chris had bothered to wipe them off—Zoe, because

She'd followed him from the door to the condo into the tiny office even though he'd requested that she wait a minute in the living room. If he was going back to close his coffin, she had to see it.

Nothing is ever what it seems and not everything is yours to see.

I'd like to disappear one day...I get the feeling sometimes that I can do that. It's like there's some place I really want to go to, and I'm not sure where, but I can still go. I think I'd really like that. I'd sit down one afternoon. I'd say, "Okay now, Susan, time to go." Clasp my hands or something. Then I'd do it. I'd just be gone then. No one would know. I wouldn't even know.

people who don't know what to title their novels/movies can title them 'where's waldo' and insert waldo (or not, depending on tone) in one scene

It's impossible to explain, isn't it? Why anyone likes anyone or anything? You just do. You're saying that you're not responsible for who you like? Nora asks. Yeah, I say. I guess? I mean it's either there or it isn't right?

I liked the idea of there being an alternative current that hums and crackles just at the edge of our visible world. Now I realize it is a metaphor for the sometimes confused and ill-at-ease way we feel in our lives , but as a child I thought of it more realistically: if you enter that forest, you'll go somewhere else. Somewhere exciting!

Who can ever hold the essence of fire? Who can ever know the alchemy of desire?

We went to places where we felt - like all lovers - that we were the first. We discovered the body of a lover has secrets that never end. We discovered that at times the same secrets reveal different truths.

Not at all," I said. "I think she'd be elegant beyond measure, and deceive you completely in the ballroom." "And would make a most excellent villain. Perhaps I should write about her." Monsieur Leblanc tilted his head and looked into the distance, as if deep in thought. "Only

An interesting theory. But she wasn't in Yorkshire.

I guess the truth is we never know every detail about another person.

at half eleven in the evening. You will receive further instructions there.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,

To heap misery upon misery, red paint has marked the edifices of two more houses—those belonging to the Musgraves and the Riddingtons. Both are honorable families, but I know all too well we never can be sure who may be hiding something dark.

Larkspur lifting turquoise spires Bluer than the sorcerer's fires.

Let me get this straight. I can't take the vampire with me because if I remove the stake, he can kill us all. Now I can't take the girl because she's what? some kind of ninja witch?

You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know.

Finally, the lock clicked and she tugged the secret door open. A rotten stench hit her like a fist. She drew away. The boy at her side recoiled, afraid. Sarah fell to her knees. Sarah could not speak, she could only quiver, her fingers covering her eyes, her nose, blocking out the smell.....She sank to her knees again and she screamed at the top of her lungs, she screamed, for her mother, for her father, screamed for Michel.

was empty, what had happened to the family's

The vast generosity of women is a mysterious tunnel, and nobody knows where it leads. The writing on the walls spells out trick questions, and as a man, you must know that you cannot reason your way out.

Something shadowy and female happened between them, as mysterious and primal as witches' brew.