Quotes About Mystery

Well," he said, "I'm guessing your client is either a magician or a pervert. And I mean both of those terms with the highest respect.

But life as herself, inhabiting her own body and mind, which had also seemed so mysterious and elusive, was nothing but another locked room. There was no way in or out. Even if you could escape, you'd be in another locked room: this fucked-up world, which you could get out of easily enough, but never get back into (as far as she knew) once you left.

To them life is like a book with blank pages. But to the detective, it is an illuminated manuscript of mysteries.

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.

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 pathless land, and each detective must cut her own trail through a cruel territory. "Believe nothing. Question everything. Follow only the clues.

Make your choices wisely, ma'moiselle. The mysteries you leave will last for lifetimes after you are gone.

No one will save you," Silette said from his rooftop. "No one will come. You are alone in your search; no friend, no lover, no God from above will come to your aid. Your mysteries are yours alone.

Sometimes I don't get people. For people like Leon it was always someone else's job to bring the metal detector or the magnifying glass or pony up the fingerprint dust.

mystery is like a termite: even if you don't know it's there, it creates holes in your foundation, leaving you off-kilter and unsupported, never understanding why your house is such a frightening and confusing place to be.

It wasn't until months later that I would look back and realize that, most likely, I had killed the magazine dealer myself.

Love at first sight had always seemed a ridiculous thing to him, fairy tale stuff, but on that morning when he looked at Olivia nothing else had mattered, whatever matter. She was beautiful, but it wasn't that, it was something else, some strange compulsion that made him feel that he'd known her for a thousand years, that he'd been waiting all his life for her to some into it.

The boy had clearly been dead for some time--the police could wait another few more minutes for him.

No doubt Gervase Fen or Peter Wimsey would immediately have grasped the vital clue revealing the identity of the murderer. But to me it looked like wreckage.

Shoot the moon," Aurora says dreamily. "Would it bleed, do you think? I think it would. I think it would bleed...shooting stars.

Se puede desear algo que no se sabe qué es, añorar una felicidad que quién sabe si exista, sentir nostalgia por lo desconocido?

I suppose I could let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, yadda yadda. But where's the fun in that? These pretty little bitches got everything I ever wanted, and now I'm going to make sure they get exactly what they deserve. Does that make me sound awful? Sorry, but as every pretty little liar knows, sometimes the truth's ugly-and it always hurts. I'll be watching.... Mwah! -A

There's a lot you can't tell about people, looking in from the outside" -Hanna

Spencer, you do not need to know any more big words. You're already scary enough to anyone under 50.

Sutton's dead. Tell no one. Keep playing along... or you're next.

when I hide something, it stays hid, until I want it found.

Go now. Alone. Or I make good on my promise. -A

Stick with me, kids. It's about to get so good... -A

Four liars are about to be burned -A

Emma still had a lot to learn about me. The only place I went stag was the bathroom.