Quotes About Mystery

He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.

If he was planning to attack and ravish, he gave no indication of being in a hurry to do so.

Caroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.

Every time he thought he knew everything about her, had unwillingly memorized every last detail, something inside her flickered and changed, and he felt himself falling anew.

They marched back to the kitchen in silence, the only sound being Rufus's growl when Dunford tried to pet him. "Can a rabbit growl?" he asked, unable to believe his ears. "Obviously he can.

Mysterious creatures, women. If they could just learn to say what they meant, the world would be a far simpler place.

But he had saved her. That was irrefutable. Maybe it didn't really matter why he'd come to Phillip's party, only that he had, and he had saved her.

How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?" She

The gentleman had been an uncommonly affable fellow, but every time he counted to twenty (and he seemed to do so with strange frequency), he skipped the number twelve.

One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And-

He was wearing that enigmatic little smile of his, as if he knew something that she didn't. Actually, she thought, it was more like he knew something that she never would.

For one split moment, he had the bizarre thought that she somehow knew everything about him, every last detail from the moment of his birth to his certainty of his own death. It seemed, in that second, with her face tipped up toward his and her lips slightly parted, that she, more than anyone else who would ever walk this earth, truly knew him. It was thrilling. But more than that, it was terrifying.

Las mujeres eran criaturas misteriosas. Si pudieran aprender a decir lo que realmente querían decir, el mundo sería de lejos un lugar más sencillo.

He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets. And that she tasted like vanilla cream.

How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?

Thank you," she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.

James climbed in and pulled a hunk of bread from a satchel on the seat. "What the devil is going on?" "Mmmble nnn munchke." "I beg your pardon?

ROMANCING MISTER BRIDGERTON

It was late. Had he gone out in the dark? Just to pick her a flower? "Thank you," she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.

I really wanted to discover mummies, like Indiana Jones.

Carter Hall is a cross between Indiana Jones and Robert Langdon from 'Da Vinci Code' and 'Angels and Demons.'

Many a secret that cannot be pried out by curiosity can be drawn out by indifference.

That's the thing about dreams - they're ineffable. If you can get to the bottom of it, it's not a dream.

As a professional climber, that's the question you always get: Why, why, why? It's an ineffable thing; you can't describe it.