Quotes About Mystery

The night is a strawberry.

Gamache nodded. It was what made his job so fascinating, and so difficult. How the same person could be both kind and cruel, compassionate and wretched. Unraveling a murder was more about getting to know the people than the evidence. People who were contrary and contradictory, and who often didn't even know themselves.

Houses are like people, Agent Lemieux. They have secrets. I'll tell you something I've learned.' Armand Gamache dropped his voice so that Agent Lemieux had to strain to hear. 'Do you know what makes us sick, Agent Lemieux?' Lemieux shook his head. Then out of the darkness and stillness he heard the answer. 'It's our secrets that make us sick.

And what else did you find?' 'God' he said simple. 'In a diner.' 'What was he eating?' The question was so unexpected Gamache hesitated then laughed. 'Lemon meringue pie.' 'And how do you know He was God?' ... 'I don't,' he admitted. 'He might have been just a fisherman. He was certainly dressed like one. But he looked across the room at me with such tenderness, such love, I was staggered...then he turned back to me with the most radiant smile I'd ever seen. I was filled with joy.

As far as the official mapmakers were concerned Three Pines didn't exist. It had never been surveyed. Never plotted. No GPS or sat nav system, no matter how sophisticated, would ever find the little village. It only appeared as though by accident over the edge of the hill. Suddenly. It could not be found unless you were lost.

Now he had her full attention. Not only because she wanted to know what had happened, but because anyone who'd get up at two in the morning to smack a melon in the dark deserved attention. Perhaps even medical attention.

Jeez," said Beauvoir. "The Inquisition. I didn't expect that." "No one does," said Gamache.

Champlain missing was so much more potent than Champlain found.

Why did he kill his own mother?' Ruth asked. 'The oldest story in the book,' said Gamache. 'Ben was a male prostitute?' Gabri exclaimed. 'That's the oldest profession. Where do you keep your head?' asked Ruth. 'Never mind, don't answer that.

Abbots and priors and monks, oh my.

Some people keep their darkness inside, and some hide their light. You, mon ami, almost certainly have a croissant in there.

We knew who would want him found, Dr Croix, but who wants him to remain buried?

They had such a profound effect on those who sang and heard them that the ancient chants became known as "the beautiful mystery.

In trying to capture the beautiful mystery, this monk had invented written music. Not yet notes, what he'd written became known as neumes.

Jean Guy Beauvoir was loosely wrapped but tightly wound.

They all had them. Secrets. But some stank more than others.

the police were not the evil ones. The snake was already here.

You need to know this. Everything makes sense. Everything. We just don't know how yet.

I spent a lot of the evening watching Professor Robinson, and you want to know what I saw? I saw the fox.

She radiated rage now. He felt his face would bubble and scald. And he knew why none of the Morrow children had ever been this close. And wondered, fleetingly, about Bert Finney, who had.

Miss Neal's was not a natural death, unless you're of the belief everything happens as it's supposed to.

The place didn't even have crime. Except murder. The only criminal thing that ever happened in this village was the worst possible crime.

It was like playing with a jack-in-the-box. It looked like a normal box, until the crazy person popped out.

But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians," confided Gamache. "All that silence. Gives them ideas.