Quotes About Mystery

Was it worth it to wonder where her mother had gotten all of this money? She would be better served wondering how many unicorns were left in the forest.

Karin Slaughter

Nancy's last sentence is on the last page in your file. There is nothing more we know. As the sheriff might say, we don't have anything farther.

It shouldn't have been surprising that Andrew lived in what looked like a serial killer's murder mansion.

Mrs. Scott, do you mind my asking why the alarm wasn't on?" This was from Mayhew. He had taken out a notebook and pen. His shoulders were hunched, as if someone had asked him to mimic a character from a Raymond Chandler novel.

of age. No distinguishing tattoos or birthmarks." He looked up, making sure he was being followed. "Five-ten

God transcends even the undertakings of evangelical theologians.

Religion possesses no solution of the problem of life; rather it makes of the problem a wholly insoluble enigma. Religion neither discovers the problem nor solves it: what it does is to disclose the truth that it cannot be solved.

God does not have to dishonor himself, when he goes into the far country and conceals his glory.

We are more than all our knowledge. What we know confronts an infinitely encompassing unknown. The world is a mystery, and each of us is a mystery to himself.

Az ember alapjában véve több annál, mint amit megtudhatunk róla.

Art seems to be about coming up with your own story or take on each piece. This made me think about the mystery of the Mona Lisa. Everyone likes that painting cos they don't know the story behind it. Who is she? Why the cheeky smile? If the Mona Lisa was done today, we'd know everything there was to know about her cos she'd have sold her story to Heat magazine and done some open-hearted interview with a tabloid before the paint was dry.

My mam told me not to tell many people about not being christened, as she said I would be a prime target for witches. To this day I don't know what she meant by that.

going they hadn't heard of it either.

Come away with me now, sweet tease, and we will pleasure each other all the night long. We will strip off these masks, and with them rid ourselves of all inhibition. You do not yet know me, but I will soon know your every delectable inch, taste your nectar, explore your most intimate, womanly secrets. I will take you where you have never been, touch you in ways you have never been touched. Until you weep with the joy of it.

They could flee to Paris. To America. He had the money; she'd want for nothing. He'd take the mother, if she insisted. The mother, the maid, her pet spaniel, if she had one. He'd go anywhere, dare anything, to have her. And he knew nothing about her. Was love insanity, or insanity love?

So what building are we breaking into? Give me all the information you've got and I'll hunt down the rest. By the way, when are we doing this? I glanced up. Tonight. Tonight? Oh, boy... Miracles 'R' Us. I assume that we're not going to go and ask permission for this.

There was no place to hide from a creature who stalked the edges of death itself.

A coincidence is just an explanation waiting to happen

Dr. Kellet himself wore a three-piece Harris tweed suit strung with a large gold fob watch. He smelled of cloves and pipe tobacco and had a twinkly look about him as if he were going to toast muffins or read a particularly good story to her, but instead he beamed at Ursula and said, So, I hear you tried to kill your maid? (Oh, that's why I'm here, Ursula thought.)

She had been here before. She had never been here before. There was always something just out of sight, just around a corner, something she could never chase down—something that was chasing her down.

Sylvia loved secrets and even if she didn't have any secrets she made sure that you thought she did. Amelia had no secrets, Amelia knew nothing. When she grew up she planned to know everything and to keep it all a secret.

This Jackson bloke was the ruddy Scarlet Pimpernel, here, there and everywhere, always one step ahead of Barry. And everywhere he went, women were disappearing.

The mind is a fathomless mystery.