Quotes About Mystery

He's got good reason to worry," said Del Rio. "Whoever killed Shelby got in and out of the house with the skill of a Beverly Hills proctologist. I'm looking into contract killers. I've got a couple of leads. We're going to break this one, Jack.

HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE.

He pointed into the pizza box, and when I looked closely, I could see a tiny bit of green wire sticking out from under the thick Sicilian crust.

The minute Bigs hired you, I knew you'd make trouble." "I'm a detective," I replied. "Trouble is my business.

If we stay aware and acknowledge the great mystery that is this life, we will see that we have been perfectly placed, in exactly the right position… to make all the difference in the world.

the First Insight is an awareness of the mysterious occurrences that change one's life, the feeling that some other process is operating.

The First Insight is a reconsideration of the inherent mystery that surrounds our individual lives on this planet. We are experiencing these mysterious coincidences, and even though we don't understand them yet, we know they are real. We are sensing again, as in childhood, that there is another side of life that we have yet to discover, some other process operating behind the scenes.

Nobody wrote The End in Story Thieves: The Stolen Chapters, and placed it on his shelf.

You can't know how amazing this is, how it makes up for everything. I knew that there was something like this out there, because if there wasn't, then life is just dental floss and vegetables and word problems. That can't be everything.

Within the heart is an unfathomable depth. —The Macarian Homilies *Macarius of Egypt was a Coptic Christian monk and hermit.

Something radically new, the producer tells me. Think Virginia Woolf with dead bodies and car chases.

Sir," said the young man in intense excitement, "a mystery has been committed!" "Ha!" said the Great Detective, his eye kindling, "is it such as to completely baffle the police of the entire continent?" "They are so completely baffled with it," said the secretary, "that they are lying collapsed in heaps; many of them have committed suicide.

The Prince of Wurttemberg has been kidnapped." The Great Detective bounded from his chair as if he had been kicked from below. A prince stolen! Evidently a Bourbon! The scion of one of the oldest families in Europe kidnapped. Here was a mystery indeed worthy of his analytical brain. His mind began to move like lightning.

A further tip: Delay as much exposition as you can for the first 10 percent of your novel. If you can create a mystery about it, even better. But understand that the readers will wait a long time before getting answers as long as they are caught up in a solid plot.

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

Something very much like nothing anyone had ever seen before came trotting down the stairs and crossed the room. What is that? the Duke asked, palely. I don't know what it is, said Hark, but it's the only one there ever was.

There was a smell, the Golux thought, a little like Forever in the air, but mixed with something faint and less enduring, possibly the fragrance of a flower.

You caught only glimpses of Ross, even if you spent a long evening with him.

Die Mysterien, sagte Cheremon, haben alle miteinander noch eine Zeremonie gemeinsam: Ein Gott stirbt, wird begraben, wird mehrere Tage lang beweint; dann erfährt der Gott seine Auferstehung, und jedermann ist glücklich. Manche sagen, dies sei ein Sinnbild für Unter- und Aufgang der Sonne, aber im allgemeinen meint man damit die in die Erde gesenkten Getreidekörner.

And magic exists to break the rules.

Elizabeth's spirit's soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. 'How could you begin?' said she. 'I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?' 'I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of an heavy rain.

No one can withstand the charm of such a mystery.

Do you not want to know who has taken it? cried his wife impatiently.