Mystery Quotes
I reckon it’s true what they say that good begets good and bad begets bad. The evil men do lives on after them, but what good they done gets buried with their bones.
There was no mistaking her daughter's handwriting. And the words... "If you're reading this, I'm already dead.
You're overconfident, mysterious, dark, picky, edgy, cold and have sixty-nine more faults. That's why you're perfect.
To my editors, I graciously thank you. I now know “is” and “was” aren't the same thing. It's the periods and commas that got me. Can't see the darn things.
In this world, there are only 'things that seem like the truth' and 'things that seem like rumors - A-ya
My hobby is to make up these "false stories". The stories that I create impact the public in a completely different form... It's enjoyable when it proceeds just as I expect it to. - A-ya
Many believe that the Vatican withheld important parts of the Third Secret, perhaps because its contents were too dangerous to reveal...
Love is hope and expectation. If many want to pencil it in, some don’t dare to ink it in, because love also means mystery and enigma. ( " Love as dizzy as a cathedral")
I wondered if, by the time we'd been together as long as Phèdre and Joscelin, I'd be able to predict her reactions. I wasn't sure I would.I wasn't sure I wanted to, either.
And as he sat upon the Mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, 'Tell us, when shall these things be? And what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world?
Too often the mentally ill are marginalized as people who just can’t pull up their socks. If only it were that simple.
Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.
You are hiding something from me, I say and Sidney Grice shakes his head. 'No, ' he tells me quietly. 'I am hiding a great many things'.
We do not serve spirits to the ladies.''As you have probably guessed, I am not a lady
Her eyes filled. "He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago, " she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them." Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!
Where are your clothes? And do not pretend you do not know. I can accept that you may not know if you killed a man, but every girl always knows where her clothes are.
Curiosity is the offspring of mystery. For without mystery there be no need for curiosity. Curiosity is the search for the things that can be, it is the inspiration of the true adventurer.
Lucy, you're as transparent as a pane of glass, and there's not a speck of guile to be seen in you. Yet in a way you're a mystery to me.
From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.
Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.
It could have been worse. He could have said he wasn't a 'dessert person' and then I would have been forced to jump out of a moving car.
Three kilometres beneath the camp, sub-glacial Lake Ellsworth, and whatever secret it may hold, is sealed within a frozen tomb.
When the lights suddenly go out, hold onto your diamonds for dear life. - Nancy Drew, The Mystery of Lilac Inn
Maggie Dove wanted to be a beacon of light. She dreamed of being the sort of person who made others laugh, calmed crying babies, soothed wild dogs, inspired hopefulness.
I promise it'll only hurt half as much as I wish it would." The words came out as smooth and sweet as if she'd just told him that mint chocolate chip was the best flavor ice cream ever.
We are unique not by comparison but by compassion (the moral of my book The Cheetah and the Snail)
I don't remember Sherlock Holmes ever mentioning what you are supposed to do when you've eliminated everything improbable, and nothing is left.
The misbegotten town of Whistlebrass is hidden away in a forgotten corner of northern Vermont like a guilty secret or a bloody knife buried under the floorboards.
That, ” Adriana said, “is a puzzling mystery that must be solved.
I want to introduce my readers to people they may never have met, take them places they may never have visited, and present them with situations they may never have encountered.
...a redoubtable alchemy was at work behind impenetrable veils as the forest prepared its nocturnal mysteries.
It's not that he hated the wooden cube. It's what was inside it that he didn't like.
It's a strange feeling, owning a secret. It's like a stone in my stomach, crushing my insides and making me feel sick every time I think of it.
Tobacco kills a lot of people, but cigarette vending machines are killing that woman by stealing her job.