Quotes About Mystery

The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don't know.

Men are intrigued by anything they do not completly control.

It isn't about the looks; gorgeous women get dumped every day. It isn't about intelligence. Women of all types, from brilliant women to women with the IQ equivalent of plant life, pull it off every day. It's about mystery and learning how to create intrigue.

Talking about the "relationship" too much takes away the element of the "unknown" and thus the mystery.

She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.

They say that when an elemental mage called forth flame, she stole a little from every fire in the world. That would make Iolanthe Seabourn quite the thief.

Expect magic.

He wanted to make cast models of her. He wanted to take a set of precision calipers and measure every distance between her features. He wanted her blood and glandular fluids analyzed by the finest chemists in the world—there must be something detectibly different in her inner workings for him to respond so dramatically, as if he'd been given a drug for which science had yet to find a name. But more than anything, he wanted to—

What cricket? Grasshopper?

Well, I always enjoy a case more once witnesses start quoting Shakespeare, don't you?

Charlotte Holmes. I thought I might see you here." The voice belonged to Lord Ingram, but slightly raspy, as if he were under the weather?or recovering from a night of hard drinking. She turned around slowly. "Hullo, Ash." A complicated pleasure, this man.

And then Sherlock Holmes had turned out to be a woman with loose morals and no remorse.

Some things are not meant to be, Leighton Atwood had said the night before. But if they were not meant to be, then why did the forces of destiny keep bringing them together?

I am going to kill you - eagerly and with great satisfaction. Perhaps I am speaking figuratively; perhaps not. You will find out. Likely too late.

I had no idea Scotland Yard employed novelists these days," said Lord Bancroft coldly. "Of the penny dreadful variety, no less.

And suddenly she resembled not so much a bland dish of pudding as the surface of a well-known, yet never explored lake, and he, standing on the banks, had just seen a movement underwater, an enigmatic shadow that disappeared so quickly he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined the whole thing.

Her name is Vera. The Lady Vera Drake. And I never said she died; I said we lost her." Utter silence. "Do you understand now, Mr. Somerset?" "My God, do you mean to tell me that—that—" "Yes," said the dowager duchess.

Whatever mystery attaches to such a death is imposed on it by those who live. It is a tribute to the human spirit that the life preceding triumphs over the ugly events that most of us will experience as we die, or as we move toward our last moments.

Who can ever know what turns the spark into flame? Vidanric's initial interest in me might well have been kindled by the fact that he saw my actions as courageous, but the subsequent discovery of passion, and the companionship of the mind that would sutain it, seemed as full of mystery as it was of felicity. As for me, I really believe that the spark had been there all along, but I had been too ignorant--and too afraid--to recognize it.

Which one of you bitches is my mother?

Sue and Andy Parlour's book Jack the Ripper: The Whitechapel Murders

Philip Sugden, in The Complete Jack the Ripper

Stephen Knight, author of Jack the Ripper, The Final Solution

Her eyes were enlarged and faded with discovering what, by common human agreement, is better undivulged.