Quotes About Mystery

Still, what made people tick was no great mystery, was it? Greed. Lust. Anger. Jealousy. You could almost let your voice fall right there. Love? Some people claimed it made the world go round, but he wasn't so sure about that. Love mostly turned out to be one of those other emotions, or a mixture of them, in disguise. Even if it did exist, Raymer doubted its relevance to much of anything.

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.

could hear a funny sound. It was a faint, but very strange noise, like muffled harmonicas, or a far-off herd of elephants with upset stomachs.

the tricksterlike unpredictable spontaneity of the divine

In death, we never much resemble who we were in life, for all the mystery is gone.

Richie Tankersley Cusick

He jumped from the bed, but paused when he got to the sunporch. As Miranda saw him turn to look back at her, her whole body felt warm. "What is it?" she asked him, embarrassed now. But Etienne didn't look embarrassed at all. "It's good, cher. " He winked. "And next time, it'll be even better.

And the drugstore next door to the museum? People who work there say they've heard moaning at night in one of those storage rooms on the second floor." The boys traded glances. "And this moaning," Parker said, straight-faced, "did it come before or after the guy was stabbed?

So my two buildings are the funeral parlor and the doctor's house. But when I started finding stuff on Dr. Fuller, I started finding stuff about an epidemic, too. I mean, they called it an epidemic, but nobody knew what was causing it." "And when was this?" "Around nineteen hundred. The statistics were unbelievable, so many people died. And lots of them were children." Parker automatically grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and gave it to Ashley.

He was suffering," Miranda recalled, while Parker promptly rolled his eyes. "Not such a stretch, O Psychic One. The guy did have a bullet hole in him." Miranda disregarded the comment. "No…before that, I mean. Some kind of punishment. His throat was raw, and his lips were all cracked. He could taste his own blood. And he really needed water." "Bar fight and hangover. Mystery solved.

I wish you wouldn't look at me like that." Miranda frowned. "Like what?" "Like…you can see things I don't want you to see." "Too late." "Stop." She did her best to sound stern. "Now I know how Gage feels." "Except for the dimples." "Right. Except for those." "Not to worry, cher. You got a whole lotta other redeeming qualities.

Richie Tankersley Cusick

Why do you keep coming back here, Belinda Swanson?" Adam asked coolly. "I must be so fascinating to you." Deliberately

Before?" Roo went on. "When he walked by? He was talking to you in French. Well…Cajun French, actually." "He was?" Miranda wanted to let it go, but the temptation was just too great. "What'd he say?" "He said, 'Let's get to know each other.

I'll show you secrets if you stay...you'll never know if you run away...

The ghosts actually let you see them in person?" "No," Parker said. "Only in spirit.

Teacher's pet Teacher's pet.. Your feeling so perplexed... Your friend has gone into pieces and you'll be next...

The Outlaws loved cellars. … There was a door under the stairs. They opened it. There were steps. Yes, most certainly cellars. Very cautiously the little procession crept down. Glorious cellars, enormous cellars, heavenly vistas of cellars opening out of each other. They explored blissfully for some time for sheer love of exploration.

I think that this almost made up to Chubb for the time about the nighthawk, and I think it was good for grandfather, too, that it reminded him to never forget again that the heart of it all is mystery, and that science is at best only the peripheral trappings to that mystery—a ragged barbed-wire fence through which mystery travels back and forth, unencumbered by anything so frail as man's knowledge.

The rich-soil part, the mystery beneath all those reasons, is that I love it. There is an awareness, an addictive alertness, a super-heightened sensitivity that approaches and then becomes a kind of spirituality.

we cannot rule out the

system. The automatic

man was confessing to him.

Would ectoplasm be considered an amenity? As I have said, I personally define an amenity as a specific and unexpected add-on to the hotel experience.