Quotes About Mystery

It's no secret - I love detective fiction. One of the reasons I love being in London is because I like to watch all the shows on TV. I watch them all.

Far above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates. The earth is blue. And everything about it is a love song. Everything about it.

If you like Harlan Coben, you'll love Linwood Barclay.

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?

I love to be with my son and my grandchildren, like normal people. I have no particular idea of what I represent to other people. It's very mysterious to me. I don't understand it.

Love is a metaphysical gravity.

Lovers should guard their strangeness. If they forgive too much, all slides into confusion and meanness.

I love mysteries on television – the more psychologically complex the better.

Love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten

I'd love to be [one of MacGyver's buddies]. I'd watch that one and just think, wow, what a life. Living in Hawaii, driving around in someone's Ferrari, and solving mysteries.

I wondered if she'd ever written on her notebook: GEB + NUT = TRUE LOVE or MRS GEB.

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

I was digging for stuff in a used bookstore, and I came upon 'Little Sister.' I fell in love with Chandler that night. I fell right down the rabbit hole of crime fiction.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Love is a great power, and such a strange power.

Reading my way all the way through Sherlock Holmes gave me a lifelong love for crime and detective fiction.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

I love anything to do with serial killers.

Normally I wouldn't spoil anything because I love surprises - I don't even shake my presents at Christmas.

There are wonders in true affection. It is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles, wherein two so become one, as they both become two.

I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.

Of love it may be said, the less earthly the less demonstrative. In its absolutely indestructible form it reaches a profundity in which all exhibition of itself is painful.