Quotes About Mystery

Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall.

We dance in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows.

There are always loose ends in real life.

Those who did not know the ocean well forgot its solidity, its brutality.

You can't plot murder like a novel. There are always loose ends in real life.

He possessed a finely honed sense for the strange and the wicked. He had seen things all through his childhood that other people preferred to imagine happened only in films.

For this to happen today, of all days! It felt like a wink from God.

Clues from chaos, sense from madness.

Happy birthday, this isn't your real present, you'll get that later. (Not flowers) Love Strike x

In a way, an explanation had never been the point. She had simply liked being the only one who wanted to find out the truth.

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it.

A leg?" repeated Detective Inspector Eric Wardle on the end of the line. "A fucking leg? " "And it's not even my size," said Strike, a joke he would not have made had Robin been present.

Can I ask who you are, sir?" "Yeah, I expect so," said Strike, walking past him and ringing the doorbell. Anstis's dinner invitation notwithstanding, he was not feeling sympathetic to the police just now. "Should be just about within your capabilities.

He knew more about the death of Lula Landry than he had ever meant or wanted to know; the same would be true of virtually any sentient being in Britain. Bombarded with the story, you grew interested against your will, and before you knew it, you were so well informed, so opinionated about the facts of the case, you would have been unfit to sit on a jury.

Nutters love murder.

she glanced up casually at the two men who'd just sat down at a nearby table. The one with his back to her was tall and broad, with dark, curly hair, and before she could remind herself that he couldn't be Strike, because her partner was in St. Mawes, a thrill of excitement and happiness passed through her.

Robert Galbraith

Can I just ask—are you the Cormoran Strike?" "I doubt there are many others," said Strike.

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them. Strike had felt the living woman behind the words she had written to friends; he had heard her voice on a telephone held to his ear; but now, looking down on the last thing she had ever seen in her life, he felt strangely close to her.

Robin did not know why the announcement that Strike was off to meet Elin should lower her spirits.

her beauty got in the way, like a thick cobweb through which it was difficult to see her clearly.

Robert Galbraith

Robert Galbraith