Quotes About Mystery

My mind cannot grasp forever, she told him. There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?

But if you do get to know me, please let me know what you discover. I have no idea who I am.

When you read this, I shall be gone. I shall not tell you where I am going, because I do not intend ever to return.

Even as the awareness was speaking itself to her mind it was gone, beyond her grasp, beyond recall. A little flash of heaven, which was a something or a state of being beyond either place or time or the ability to be expressed in words and was therefore to be sensed fleetingly but never to be grasped.

Some things, she said, are best not known for sure, Lord Trentham.

burn. Now, I observe, Ames

when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life

Sherlock and his Watson may for a time find a place, while some more astute sleuth with some even less astute comrade may fill the stage which they have vacated.

You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull." Sherlock

den, and I was walking down the street with

Arthur Conan Doyle

sententiously. "Well, I went to Underwood

Is that Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?" "Yes." "You will not see him." "Why not?" "He was murdered in his house last night." My friend has so often astonished me in the course of our adventures that it was with a sense of exultation that I realized how completely I had astonished him.

Arthur Conan Doyle

than theories, after all. My view of the case is confirmed. There is a trapdoor communicating with the roof, and

Well, Mr. Holmes, what are we to do with that fact?" "To remember it--to docket it. We may come on something later which will bear upon it.

We ran round, and there lay the unfortunate rider. He was a tall man, full-bearded, with spectacles, one glass of which had been knocked out. The cause of his death was a frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. That he could have gone on after receiving such an injury said much for the vitality and courage of the man. He wore shoes, but no socks, and his open coat disclosed a nightshirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German master.

heard the creature

Lestrade had learned by more experiences than he would care to acknowledge that that brain could cut through that which was impenetrable to him.

Excellent! I cried. Elementary, said he. It

Very curious, and the story that hangs round it will strike you as being more curious still. These relics have a history then? So much so that they are history.

nondescript individuals put in an appearance, Sherlock Holmes

It is a wonderful place, the moor, said he, looking round over the undulating downs, long green rollers, with crests of jagged granite foaming up into fantastic surges. You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.

It would be a rare place for a gallop. You would naturally think so and the thought has cost several their lives before now. You notice those bright green spots scattered thickly over it?