Quotes About Mystery

It's kind of part of human nature to want to know the truth or want to be in on the secret. For stories that focus in on that - like whodunits - it's easy to get drawn into.

I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Adam asked as we went back upstairs. "Sometime," I told him. "When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

Never be afraid to bring the transcendent mysteries of our faith, Christ's life and death and resurrection, to the help of the humblest and commonest of human wants.

What's purple mean?" Adrian put his hand on the door. "Gotta go, Sage. Dont want to keep Dorothy waiting

Curse us eh/I'll make you pay!/I don't want to rhyme all day!

There's nothing here," Carter said. "What do you want?" I asked. "We've got wax, some toilet papyrus, an ugly statue.

If You Don't want to Reveal your Secrets, Just keep your Mouth Shut.

When you need to stop an asteroid, you get Superman. When you need to solve a mystery, you call Batman. But when you need to end a war, you get Wonder Woman.

Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate.

To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.

And he did it. Dammit, he couldn't stop himself. His eyes traveled up to the bronze sea hag, the source of hundreds of years of ridiculousness.

Who the hell is that?! Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names.

Now, now. Southern ladies don't French-kiss and tell.

For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except somehow he knew they smelled just like Lady Emma.

There's no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart

He hates having people around." Then how does he expect to find his next murder victim? Scamp inquired. Unless it's Jaycie . . .

Tell me what's happening," he went on. "Why is someone after you? What do they want?" She placed her palm on her chest and drawled, "The key to my heart." A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Keep your secrets then. I don't care." "No reason you should

If only she were one of those sublimely mysterious women who could control a man with the flicker of an eyelash or a single smoldering glance.

Love is a passion that has been much talked of, often described, and little understood

and most of all she wondered about the man at the next table whose voice was like... like a dream which she did not know that she had dreamed.

Ah, dreams which even thoughts must not touch - so wonderful and sacred they were.

And keep your eye out, Mrs. Peters, for anything that might be of use. No telling; you women might come upon a clue to the motive—and that's the thing we need." Mr. Hale rubbed his face after the fashion of a show man getting ready for a pleasantry. "But would the women know a clue if they did come upon it?" he said; and, having delivered himself of this, he followed the others through the stair door.

They considered all of life to be part of a great mystery and knew there was no way to separate the secular from the sacred or science from spirit.