Quotes About Mystery

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, 'Damn, that can't be a good sign.

For years she'd been the Central Gates Precinct's Witness Retrieval Specialist – more commonly referred to as a "Ghost Yanker" by her non-magical colleagues on the force. Being stuck in the basement talking to dead victims would depress the hell out of anyone, if they did it for long enough. Then, six months ago, everything changed.

Do you want to tell me what you're doing up here in the middle of the woods?" He gazed at her milky white skin, dark hair, and wide eyes. "If you're looking for the seven dwarfs, they live in the next forest over.

Why do you two have swords?" "Yes," Day asked. "Why do we?" He headed toward the door without waiting for the answer. "There is a gigantic beast rising from the lake and coming toward the hut," Gregori said, as if he'd just told them the neighbors were coming for breakfast. "We should probably stop it before it gets here.

Or I just sent my dragon into the woods to fetch rodents for you because I'm the wicked witch your grandmother warned you about.

I want to know who killed my father," Peter growled, shrugging off her fingers and pushing himself away from the wall to stand up straight. "If you think you can help me with that, then you are welcome to try.

Go on, just come out with it, whatever it is." She braced herself against the counter. Peter glanced down at the tile floor, and then back up at her, and sighed. "Fine. Here it is. Do you think Witches could have killed my father?

But if you read Christie or Allingham or Sayers, the detective always got his man. And you'll notice that the detective always operated outside the system—the stories expressed a comforting belief in the validity of individual action.

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Grady's a man of action who craves excitement and needs plenty of activity, and he's seen precious little of either in the ten or so years he's been our sheriff. Well, let's just say that since Candi Heart came to town, he's had plenty to keep him busy, what with the stream of crimes that follows her around. And then there's the mystery surrounding the woman herself. Suffice to say, Candi's not quite what she appears and leave it at that.

What a mystery life is, and love is a mystery within a mystery. -Vincent Van Gogh

My mother was what I wanted to be: an enchanting enigma.

Two gasps rang out. The first one came from Clara, the second from Fezzo. One moment they'd been looking at a mound of concrete, and now they were staring at two human feet. They were crossed at the ankle so that tops of the feet faced each other and rested toe to toe.

Anything covered is always interesting. There is never nothing beneath something that is covered.

It is so mysterious to want to suppress women. It is even more mysterious when women want to suppress women. I can only think we are so very powerful that we need to be suppressed all the time.

There is a spectre inside every photograph.

Our task is not to solve enigmas, but to be aware of them, to bow our heads before them and also to prepare the eyes for never-ending delight and wonder.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen. -Francois de La Rochfoucauld

Sometimes you just need a book near you and you can't explain why.

Once she had thought that she might discover some key to her mother if only she could get her likeness right, but she has since learned that the mysteries of another person only deepen, the longer one looks.

One never really knew what went on inside the hearts of other people, even those hearts you thought you knew as well as your own.

opened her door. Jess pushed her sunglasses up her nose. "You have

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But those things that apparently cut out life, or seem to conceal or block it, are not nearly so mysterious as they pretend. These 'things' are bound by logic and may be analysed, isolated and destroyed. pg. 3