Quotes About Mystery

What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils. Perhaps I was already dead.

Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up. That's when they can hear us true.

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

The appearance of the yearbook clears up another high school mystery - why all the popular girls put up with the disgusting habits of Todd Ryder. He is a pig. Greasy, sleazy, foul-mouthed, and unwashed, he'll make a great addition to a state college fraternity. But the popular kissed up to him all year. Why? Todd Ryder is the yearbook photographer.

I open books, but the stories are all locked up and I don't know the magic words.

Hurry up," Gracie called after him. "I want to talk to dead people.

In London, Man is the most secret animal on earth.

All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be assuaged by the spilling of blood.

Why the devil was my husband positively grinning - and with what looked remarkably like relief?

Don't stride so, Russell!" Holmes whispered fiercely. "Throw your boots out in front of you as you walk and let your elbows stick out a bit. It would help if you let your mouth hang open stupidly, and for God's sake take off your glasses, at least until we get out of town. I won't allow you to walk into anything. Do you think you could persuade your nose to drip a bit, just for the effect?

XVXVI, or 10-5-10-5-1, yielded H-E-H-E-A, which, unless she wanted to show her derisive laughter, made no sense.

How could he have known? How could he know my body better than I did myself? How could he foresee that a thumbnail run up my spine would—) "By God," he murmured throatily into my hair. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes upon you.

were she not aware that he was more than a man who could make plants grow. And

since people who "discovered" bodies in odd places were often the people who had put them there in the first place.

Pray tell," she said, although her voice told him not to. He ignored her tone, let out a thoughtful cloud of smoke, and said, ...

Laurie R. King

Laurie R. King

Pirate King, chapter 9

and Vivian eyed something no one else could see. Then

Lady Molly, perhaps?

My crime seemed destined to remain a secret forever.

Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?

Or we skip all that and just show him getting out a taxi in front of the Hotel Northwestern.