Quotes About Mystery

All of a sudden she had a thought that made her run outside to look at the stars.

Maybe she hired Black." Dani tried

56. They all flew away into the west. At this point in the novel Pa delivers this haunting line, 'I would like some one to tell me how they all knew at once that it was time to go, and how they knew which way was west and their ancestral home. Prof. Lockwood commented, 'Locusts were then-- and still are-- mysterious creatures, whose sudden, irruptions are their defining attribute.

Whatever are you making, Pa?" Laura asked, and he answered, "Wait and see." He heated the tip of the poker red-hot in the stove, and carefully he burned black every alternate little square. "Curiosity killed a cat, Pa," Laura said. "You look pretty healthy," said Pa.

But why couldn't the little cat—

She held the ring in her palm, looking down at it. When she turned it in her hand, she saw for the first time that there were letters engraved on the inner curve as well as the outside. She tilted it to the light. A vila mon Coeur, it said in French. A vila mon Coeur. Gardi li mo. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers tight around the ring, and bowed her head with a whimper of despair. Here is my heart. Guard it well.

What's going on here? Miles demanded, pushing his way past the last of the stampeding throng. And why is Santa worshiping that elf?

Propose a theory to explain one of there eternal mysteries: Mona Lisa's smile, crop circles, or Velveeta. Here is a theory of love: you find a sister, you gain a brother; you lose a sister, you lose a brother; you lose a cat, you find a girl, you kiss a girl, you find the cat, you hope that there is nothing left to lose, and all there is, is there to find.

At her very first attempt Agatha had understood – or intuited – that a clue based upon character has double the value.

She can neither be ignored nor explained!

plot, for Agatha, meant distillation of character.

Where does it lead, this rockrose path?

Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

Deacon went suddenly rigid and slipped out of her.He sat up,his eyes wide and the darkest green she´d ever seen.Like a forest on a moonless night.

Maybe my behavior is less about what I'm hiding and more about wanting to keep things hidden. Secrecy feels like power. And safety.

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

What did they think I was going to do, steal a body? If I wanted to, I could empty the damn place and get every corpse to play follow the leader. Perhaps that was why I needed watching. Perhaps. --Anita Blake

Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

You're up to something, I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. Moi? Yeah, you

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.