Quotes About Mystery

Her eyes widened. "You undid my frock!" "No, I didn't," he said. "Who else do you think could have done it?" she said, backing away into the shadows again. "It was fastened when I came in here. Do you think one of the horses did it?

Keeping the secret was going to be more difficult than Rupert could have foreseen. Every time she met a hieroglyph, she'd act like this: vibrating like a tuning fork, the gigantic brain bubbling over and spilling out its secrets: Greek and Latin and Coptic and names of scholars and who believed what and this alphabet versus that one and phonetic interpretations versus symbolic ones.

And so, as the stars came out, Miles took up his basket and made his way in the moonlight to the river, to the place where he'd hidden the little boat. It was gone. No great surprise, really. The region was notorious. Why shouldn't someone steal his boat? He'd return the favor and steal someone else's. Tomorrow. Tonight, though, he wanted a proper dinner. He set about fashioning a fishing line.

Fireflies love the dark too. There's beauty in those places.

Odd how a man who never smiled could make her feel things she didn't know existed. He held her heart in his hands. From the moment she saw him, some thread had linked them together.

I love knowing that I am simultaneously as big as the universe and yet merely a heap of star dust.

Darkness isn't a hole you hide in; it's the cosmos.

Darkness isn't a hole you hide in; it's the cosmos.

Who's there?" "The scratcher of your itch," he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. "Was that supposed to be romantic?

Hey," Shayne said through the door. "You going to stay in there all night, because we're getting tired of trying to eavesdrop from out here. Can't hear a damn thing.

If you're going to ask me if the muffins are low fat, you should know I'm running out of places to hide all the dead bodies.

He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloe's belly.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer." In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered. He shook his head. "No f#cking clue.

She didn't understand it, but everything about him reminded her that she was a woman.

You can work on an airplane but you can't fix anything here at the house?" "Yeah, well, I'm an enigma," she said. "An annoying one. Just ask anyone in my family.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.

What is it with you and the caveman thing?" she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?

I'm not annoyed by you," he said. "No?" He smiled. "No." "What are you?" she whispered, still staring at his mouth. "Lots of things." He pulled her up and rubbed his thumb over the stain on her jaw, feeling a surge of satisfaction when her breath caught again. "Including turned on.

It was the craziest thing, but the more unreasonable she got, the more attracted to her he became.

He rocked her against him. No idea what I'm going to do with you. She didn't know what he was going to do with her either, but she hoped it was good.

Damn. A dead body. I hate it when that happens.

He had no idea what it was about her that got beneath his guard, and he couldn't quite say he liked it, but somehow he liked her, which couldn't be good for either of them.

Smile… it makes people wonder what you're up to.

Life would be unbearably dull if we had answers to all our questions.