Quotes About Mystery

What do any of us really know about love?

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon.

He seemed full of some goodness she didn't understand

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round – about and mysterious than others. from "In Switzerland

But for some reason—who knows why we do what we do?—his drinking picks up.

Fuori la notte era un enorme sogno estraneo.

Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.

Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead.

I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.

She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.

I hung up. It was a good start, but it didn't go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hidden under the desk.

When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.

She had eyes like strange sins.

It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone.

She bent over me again. Blood began to move around in me, like a prospective tenant looking over a house.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.

A dead man is the best fall guy in the world. He never talks back.

A really good detective never gets married.

She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.

If you liked a book, don't meet the author.

Nobody yelled or ran out of the door. Nobody blew a police whistle. Everything was quiet and sunny and calm. No cause for excitement whatever. It's only Marlowe, finding another body. He does it rather well by now. Murder-a-day Marlowe, they call him. They have the meat wagon following him around to follow up on the business he finds. A nice enough fellow, in an ingenuous sort of way.

It's a swell theory, I said. Marriott socked me, took the money, then he got sorry and beat his brains out, after first burying the money under a bush.

Her eyes were wide-set and there was thinking room between them. Their color was lapis-lazuli blue and the color of her hair was dusky red, like a fire under control but still dangerous. She was too tall to be cute. She wore plenty of make-up in the right places and the cigarette she was poking at me had a built-on mouthpiece about three inches long. She didn't look hard, but she looked as if she had heard all the answers and remembered the ones she thought she might be able to use sometime.