Quotes About Mystery

Bad magic happens" Ash Redfern

And Meredith and Bonnie, who's going to bend some spoons for us next. I'm going to throw you down a rope… that is, unless Bonnie can levitate you out.

I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I'm the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I'm a gift beyond measure, a matter of course, and I'm yielded with pleasure- when taken by force.

The Night World isn't a place. It's all around us. The creatures of Night World are beautiful and deadly and irresitable to humans. Your best friend could be one-so could your crush.

Mouse sandwiches and open graves?" Meredith arched an elegant eyebrow. "I think you're getting Stephen King mixed up with Lewis Carroll.

I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand.

I don't know; Killers are sort of romantic. Imagine your dying with his hands around his throat. He'd strangle the life out of you, and the last thing you would see would be his face."

Interesting things happen in the dark…sometimes.

She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

You can't tell me? You disappear one day without any kind of warning, without any kind of note...you leave the gang and me and just competely vanish and nobody know where to find you, not even your uncle...and now you appear again and now you can't tell me where you were?" He was working himself into one of his Extremely Excited States, Jez realised.

Yes she met with a slight accident involving a stake." Ash said "funny how that happens sometimes...

Where does the flame of a candle go after is faded?

Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.

You didn't feed from her," he said, and this was not a question. "Swill poison? Not my kind of fun, little brother." One corner of Stefan's mouth quirked up. He made no response to this, but simply looked at Damon with eyes that were... knowing. Damon bridled. "I told the truth!" "Going to take it up as a hobby?

There is a Shadow World, like our own but different, existing alongside ours but never touching. Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else.

You're a witch, she reminded herself. You should love cemeteries. They're probably your natural habitat.

And who am i? Do you know who i am?" She smiled up at him, showing him her pointed teeth. "Of course i do. You're Damon and I love you.

Julian could spin a web of shadows around you, with touches like the brush of moth's wings and kisses soft as twilight. He could turn your own senses against you until the kisses left you dizzy and breathless and the moth's-wing touches put you on slow burn. And by the time you realized what was underneath the softness, you were shivering and melting and lost.

The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night.

I may just have to make you my Queen of Shadows

What are you out here for at this time of night?

With the opening of the door, and the installation of electric light in the cupboard, the skeletons had crumbled into dust.

How many men are like trees, already strong and full grown, which are transplanted into some gardens, to the astonishment of those people who behold them in these fine spots, where they never saw them grow, and who neither know their beginning nor their progress!

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.