Quotes About Mystery

He remembered Mrs. Dews' light brown eyes last night. The way they'd closed in bliss when he'd fed her the plum tart… Her emotion was foreign, wild and exciting, and entirely fascinating--and she tried so very hard to hide it. Why? He wanted to spend time with the source of such powerful emotion. Wanted to experiment, poke and prod, see what else made her cheeks flush her breath come fast.

Can anyone ever know everything about another person?

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

He brought his great hand to rest on an early edition of Bram Stoker's novel and smiled, but said nothing. Then he moved quietly away into another section.

I don't think painters have the answers about a painting except the painting itself. Anyway, a painting has to have some kind of mystery to it to make it work.

Another corner was dedicated to alchemy, another to witchcraft, another to philosophy of the most disturbing sort.

If I accepted one supernatural occurrence, I should certainly accept others; it was only logical.

Strangers are strange to each other.

his implant woke him at three A.M. local time, when he was, for reasons he never understood, dreaming about dancing fish.

The man's name tag read SLY LILYHANDS

Ramses had always been fond of Helen, in his peculiar fashion, but if he had looked at me as he was looking at her, I would have sent for a constable.

What a nice neat deep trench,' I said. 'Er - should Nefret be down in it?' 'She thought she saw a skull,' Ramses said. 'You know how she is about bones.

Men like to create unnecessary organizations and give them impressive or mysterious names; this usually ends in increased confusion, and should therefore be ignored.

As the Egyptians say, Ramses can hear a whisper across the Nile.

Emerson bent a tender look upon his son and heir. 'Very well, Ramses; Papa will find you all the dead bodies you want.

Either the War Office had recruited Ramses - in which case I would have General Spencer's head on a platter - or Ramses had come across something that, in his opinion, merited investigation.... I am never guilty of idle speculation, so I kept an open mind on that. Except that once I caught up with him, I would have Ramses' head on another platter.

Why is a man with a knife after your blood? Who sent him? I would like to write the fellow a letter of thanks!

So far we have had a séance, with spirit possession, a White Lady walking by night, a perambulating suit of armor, a diabolical character in a black cloak, and even a semi-dead man with a look of stark staring horror. It isn't even good horror fiction; it's straight out of The Mysteries of Udolpho. By some straining of the brain I could believe in ghosts; but I can't believe in a ghost that acts like Terror Comics.

Twilight crept along the ground like a woman trailing long gray veils.

Thunder in the Sky Twelfth

Someone was certainly guilty of something, however, and it behooved us to take all possible precautions.

Baskerville Expedition House

I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus... A a-stinct winocowus.

Burckhardt fumbled through his notes. "Dakin and