Quotes About Mystery

While we try to find out what happened to her, there's something you should keep in mind." Jess arched a brow. "Oh?" "If Hayes Bannock has your wife, you probably top his shit list. Be afraid.

Lauren whirled her head around so quickly that the motion hurt her neck. Jared's hand came up and clamped the hat more firmly over his face. He adjusted his long body to another position, contracting and relaxing muscles that Lauren didn't know existed. But then, she had never seen a masculine physique like this before. His languid movements were repelling and thrilling at the same time. It was like watching some pagan god who was beautiful even in his decadence.

Sandra Brown

GOD works in mysterious ways

She heard the rustle of the tarp beneath him

Dean Malloy eased himself off the bed. Groping in darkness, he located his underwear on the floor and took it with him into the bathroom. As quietly as he could, he closed the door before switching on the light

of the window, while another occupied

Beware of women in white who look and move and talk like goddesses. Sooner or later there 'll be hell to pay.

her top and into the elastic waistband of the baggy pants. He lightly ground the heel of his

cosmic puppeteer might be listening

Sandra Brown

When I been small, once Driver told me cricket singing was the voice of stars.

But this was reality, occluded and delicate.

The gleaming stars all about the shining moon Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid In the sky she floats, flooding the shadowed earth with clear silver light.

The detective thinks he is investigating a murder or a missing girl. But truly he is investigating something else altogether, something he cannot grasp hold of directly. Satisfaction will be rare. Uncertainty will be your natural state. Sureness will always elude you. The detective will always circle around what he wants, never seeing it whole. We do not go on despite this. We go on because of it.

WE COULD devote our lives to making sense of the odd, the inexplicable, the coincidental. But most of us don't, and I didn't either.

Those who try to grasp on to the mystery will never succeed. Only those who let it slip their fingers will come to know it, and hear its secrets

You cannot follow another's footsteps to the truth, Silette wrote. A hand can point the way. But the hand is not the teaching. The finger that points the way is not the way. The mystery is a payless land, and each detective must cut her own trail through a cruel territory. Believe nothing. Question everything. Follow only the clues.

One Crow for sorrow, Two Crows for mirth, Three Crows for a wedding, Four Crows for a birth, Five Crows for silver, Six Crows for gold, Seven for a secret, never to be told.

In seventy years, I've never told a blessed soul.

She had been warned away from it her entire life, for its depth came quickly, its coldness was fierce, and the Kelpie lay in wait.

She blamed the lack of real flowers on both weather and the war, and instead put four or five pieces of coal in glass bowls, added water, salt, and ammonia, before finally pouring a mixture of violet and blue ink over them. It was a complete mystery to me how this alchemy would result in anything resembling flowers, but they were "blooming" within the hour.

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything. -A

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...