Mystery Quotes
She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
Each moment, breath is nourishing millions and millions of cells in our body.Listen to its language, interpret its words and enter into the mystery of life.
Look at it this way, child, life is a magic show, or should be if people didn't go to sleep on each other. Always leave folks with a bit of mystery, son.
Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –
Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.
What people dont know about you people create. Imagination is a part of being human. They fill in the unknowns with assumptions and not facts. Every man and woman is a mystery unrevealed.
The strange thing is, this truly horrifying experience planted a seed deep within my heart that germinated and grew into a desire that, I have to admit, I've never completely overcome.
Our instrumental part in the symphony of life is to allow love to create a space within our own awareness, through which the undreamed mystery may emerge as a knowable reality.
Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?
Why do you even have jewelry?" she asked. "You don't wear any." "It seems I acquired it for you.
None of this is his fault, but here we sit in the police station.
Watch out for your daughters.The man is coming.He’ll promise you the world.But if you accept, there’s no turning back.Watch out for your daughters.Because here comes Jack.
My mama always said, You can always ask. The worst they can do is say no. But I don’t think Mama was thinking about revenge and murder when she dealt out that piece of homespun advice
Don’t worry about paying me. Stay alive, child. You must save yourself. And, whatever you do, don’t forget who you are
I felt absolutely nothing, and that frightened me even more than the darkness of oblivion
She wielded the ultimate weapon against him, his kryptonite - her touch.
Something not from earth, ” Jean Luc said. The setup was too perfect. Misha looked at me, and I sighed, dreading what he would be unable to stop himself from saying next. “Live long and prosper.
She moaned in playful disappointment. "You shouldn't have canceled. It would be fund to take a picture. You'll be laughing at this years from now.
It's foolish to fight the bond between you. You'd be better off going with it and letting the panties drop where they may.
He watched her walk away with a sway in her hips that tossed her long, milk-chocolate-colored ponytail from side to side.
Call me crotchety, but I didn’t like being bossed around, especially before I’d injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker
If he looks at me like that again Dottie will need a bucket and mop to get me back to my room.
Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.
In a world full of oddities, it’s how you outdo yourself within your own schizophrenia of abnormalities, that determines your most interesting self.
Just out of sight around a bend in the river there's always a small island full of magic and mystery just waiting for you.
Ah, the bliss of Mahotsava!What joy it brings to every heart!What a rare and precious chanceTo share all knowledge with the wise, And bless and love all peoples of the Earth!”—Book of Secrets I, 1
When twelve who wander stand as oneThrough the door the dark will come.The key will be revealed in turn—Unlock the way and you shall learn...
I was in awe of the mystery of human compassion and the inability of love to make the distance between us any more bearable.
In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?
The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.
This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.
There are people in this world so rich that when it rains they simply fly away on private jets in search of sun.
For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.
How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?
Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.
...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.