Quotes About Mystery

I'd been eleven when my father disappeared and eighteen when my mother was murdered. Now, I'm twenty-eight

No one here has to know who I really am. Ever. They can never know. We disappeared with my father, our historic bloodline ended forever.

My brother is looking for a violin. He has to believe this one is special, perhaps one of the three our father owned, one of which our mother claimed hid a secret—the "recipe," as Sofia had said, writing in obvious code, to make the renowned Stradivarius violin worth tens of millions of dollars. But I don't care about the recipe. I care about finding my brother.

Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones

Tabby didn't mince words when she gave a pointed warning to his fans in the pages of Castle Rock two months after Misery was published: "In some very real way, you, the readers, know this man very well. I would like to suggest that you do not know him at all. In seventeen years of marriage, I am still discovering things I did not know about Steve, and I hope he's still discovering the unknown in me.

Jesus, do you always show up like this, at the craziest of times and in the oddest of places? I sure hope so.

Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle - but damn, that man would always be coated in yum.

Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum.

It had been branded with a single hoofprint. Though considering the presence of the sulfur smell, I figured we weren't dealing with a homicidal cow.

WE were on our way to Brooklyn to pick up an arm and see a man about a head.

Ian stepped out to where he knew I could clearly see and identify his tall, dark, and dangerous self.

The NYPD knew Sar Gedeon as a human drug lord. If they'd come in here now, they would have found him dead, sporting Spock ears, a cauterized hole in his torso, no heart, and a hoofprint branded into his chest. I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that investigation.

guess all that sinuous grace and exotic beauty can

And then we were gone, cascading back to the future.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

My Sleeping Beauty ~ I kissed you, but you did not wake. I find this strange for I know I am your prince.

Listen, the road seems to admonish. Listen. I have stories. I close my eyes, and I hear voices. Thousands whispering all at once. I can't make out any single one, but I know they're here. What do they have to say?

The river's got her own magic. She takes care of her people. Always will. But tonight, that magic's gone bad.

Kay," I whispered, and I wondered why sometimes the people you wish you could understand the most are the ones you can't understand at all.

Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand.

My story begins on a sweltering August night, in a place I will never set eyes upon.

Some things just are, because they are. Because God made them that way.