Quotes About Mystery

Gat, my Gat.

Why did you do all that, Frankie?" asked Porter. "I mean, it was brilliant, what you did, what you made us do - but why would you bother? That's what I can't figure out." Frankie sighed. "Have you ever heard of the panopticon?" she asked him. Porter shook his head. "Have you ever been in love?" He shook his head again. "Then I can't explain it," Frankie said. They went inside and took the geometry test.

Who killed the girls? The dragon? Or their father?

Most secret societies—at least those you can read about in books or on the Internet—are collegiate. Or adult... They are like fraternities, only they don't have houses or public identities. In colleges, their members are usually local, not national, but the adult ones tend to be more serious and on a larger scale. We don't actually know what they do. Because they're secret.

WELCOME, ONCE AGAIN, to the beautiful Sinclair family. We believe in outdoor exercise. We believe that time heals. We believe, although we will not say so explicitly, in prescription drugs and the cocktail hour. We do not discuss our problems in restaurants. We do not believe in displays of distress. Our upper lips are stiff, and it is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts. It is possible that we enjoy the way people are curious about us.

Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

And yet, there was a witch. There is always a witch.

It is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts. It is possible that we enjoy the way people are curious about us.

Still, she has an aura of mystery that stops her from being teased or singled out for typical high school unpleasantness. Her mother is a Sinclair.

It is not glamorous that I can't drive a car. It is not mysterious to be home on a Saturday night, reading a novel in a pile of smelly golden retrievers. However, I am not immune to the feeling of being viewed as a mystery, as a Sinclair, as part of a privileged clan of special people, and as part of a magical, important narrative, just because I am part of this clan. My mother is not immune to it, either. This is who we have been brought up to be. Sinclairs. Sinclairs.

The woman pushed up the arms of her long-sleeved shirt and turned to the digital readout of her treadmill. A scar wound down her right forearm, jagged, like from a knife, not clean like from an operation. There was a story there.

I seem to remember there was some hocus-pocus with that one." "You mean hanky-panky!" shouted Ruth. "There was hanky panky.

Every curve of his face was familiar, and also, I had never seen him before.

It's the moonlight. Makes all the girls look pretty.

We had been in the attic before. Also, we had never been in the attic before.

I understand our story now. We are criminals. A band of four.

Don't worry,' she told him. 'I am exceptionally good at keeping secrets.' - Frankie Landau-Banks

Mi mente funciona de maneras misteriosas

Can't we talk about sex or murder?" asked Johnny.

Is there some esoteric meaning behind the titles?

bad as it seemed. Gwendolyn stirred, her eyelids opening a crack. "What happened?" she asked, her words slurred. "I'm not sure," said Annie. She glanced at the jeweled object still held in her sister's hand. Although Gwendolyn hadn't recognized it, Annie knew what it was right away. Someone had crafted a tiny model

You bet it is!" Norelle exclaimed. "Now follow me and we'll be there before you can say my full name backward five times!" "But we don't know your full name," said Annie. Norelle chortled and grinned at Annie. "Exactly!" Annie

Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.

Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?