Mystery Quotes

The birds sang in the dustin an elaborate weave, ambiguous,deafening, prey to existencepoor passions lost between the modestsummits of groves of mulberry and elder;and I, like them, in secluded placesreserved for the lost and pure,would wait for evening to fall,for the silent smells of fireand joyous misery to fill the air,for the Angelus bell to toll, veiledin the new peasant mysteryfulfilled in the ancient mystery.

~ Pier Paolo Pasolini

I try to read and write something interesting every day.

~ Dave Vizard

If there's no sea-gull there's no meeting, Wicklow had said. No sea-gull means abort. That's my epitaph, thought Barley. 'There was no sea-gull, so he aborted.

~ John Le Carré

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.

~ Ed Lynskey

Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.

~ Ed Lynskey

If God wanted us in the ocean, he wouldn’t have made the land.

~ Lauren Child

I should have looked into my own heart, and found this new growth springing up there, and plucked it out while it was young.

~ Wilkie Collins

The damage and destruction from the soft brush of pen on paper, a minuscule twitch of muscles at the end of manicured fingers, and people's lives forever altered.

~ Jason Greensides

You should not have to burn your hand every day to feel the mystery of fire.

~ Steve Abbott

A mystery is so much more exciting than a wrapped up answer...A mystery carries on but an answer just ends.

~ Jonathan Renshaw

There is a place where the mountains tumble one upon the other off into the far distance, peak after treeless peak. Steep ridges connect them and deep canyons slash them apart. The grassy summits are wreathed with black sage. No roads intrude upon this jumble of oak-filled canyons and steep-sided hills, only the ambling trails made by deer, coyotes, and bears. The local Indians believe the spirits of the ancients still travel these roads.

~ R. Lawson Gamble

We're three women from two different centuries, trying to save the world from oblivion. I don't know about you, but that's way above my pay grade.

~ G.g. Collins

I’m a reporter,” Rachel said. “I write about the arts, festivals, new projects in the city. What I’m not is some kind of psychic astral traveler! How did I get here? Planning a trip to another dimension?

~ G.g. Collins

The water. The lake. It flows through our veins, and there's nothing we can do about it… It's like venom.

~ Karen Katchur

She felt a strong pull toward the water and it was more than curiosity…

~ Karen Katchur

When the unknown becomes known, we lose something very big: The beauty of mystery!

~ Mehmet Murat Ildan

What we essentially want is to draw something unknown to us in all its shadowiness, not something we know in all its illumination.

~ Orhan Pamuk

Life is choice. All day, every day. Who we talk to, where we sit, what we say, how we say it. And our lives become defined by our choices. It's as simple and as complex as that. And as powerful. So when I'm observing, that's what I'm watching for. The choices people make.

~ Louise Penny

Paper Towns for a Paper Girl, who wants to think and read clearly

~ John Green

I swallowed hard and said as calmly as possible, “There’s been a murder. I don’t know what happened. The address is two-two-zero three Devonshire Court.

~ Andrea Heltsley

I’m suddenly not hungry,” Shane, said, his face ashen. “Noah, you go get the note. Be careful not to touch anything else. Don’t step in the blood.

~ Andrea Heltsley

She could have just told him about the magic phone. Full disclosure. Then they could have solved it together. They could have Sherlocked and Watsoned from both endsof the timeline.

~ Rainbow Rowell

The bell seemed to have set off analarm in my brain, and I glimpsed at the mysterious envelope on my desk.There was another item I should’ve gotten from my single-shoe salesman.

~ A.e.h. Veenman

I considered my home sanctuary from the judicial arena, far from the Fernoza Family legacy, and I had no intention of sharing it with anyone.

~ A.e.h. Veenman

Things are not as they appear.

~ Lawrence Earle Johnson

Awareness, like wine, is always better for the vintage.--Hugo Anstead

~ Jennifer A. Girardin

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes.

~ B.j. Daniels

The only way he could truly stick out in New Orleans was if he were walking down the street on fire.

~ Hunter Murphy

The morning sun in New Orleans felt like it was trying to make a point, convincing the old world to believe something new.

~ Hunter Murphy

Just as the Mediterranean separated France from the country Algiers, so did the Mississippi separate New Orleans proper from Algiers Point. The neighborhood had a strange mix. It looked seedier and more laid-back all at the same time. Many artists lived on the peninsula, with greenery everywhere and the most beautiful and exotic plants. The French influence was heavy in Algiers, as if the air above the water had carried as much ambience as it could across to the little neighborhood. There were more dilapidated buildings in the community, but Jackson and Buddy passed homes with completely manicured properties, too, and wild ferns growing out of baskets on the porches, as if they were a part of the architecture. Many of the buildings had rich, ornamental detail, wood trim hand-carved by craftsmen and artisans years ago. The community almost had the look of an ailing beach town on some forgotten coast.

~ Hunter Murphy

There was something about this place that brought out the best and worst in you, pushing you to extremes.

~ Karen Katchur

He sunk his head down, looking like a defeated giant out of some fairy tale.

~ Hunter Murphy

She had a way about her that spoke of homemade bread, and caring for people, and the kind of patience that women have when they help a ewe birth a lamb, or stay up in the night with a baby calf bawling for its momma.

~ James Aura

Enormous oak trees towered over the boulevard, which boasted homes with fine woodwork, wraparound porches, and moss on the sidewalks. 'There’s nothing like a house in New Orleans. Would you look at those balconies and columns?' He rolled his window down to take in the sounds of life in New Orleans.

~ Hunter Murphy

Love is a complete mystery in the lives of many because they keep expecting it to come from others to them.

~ Hafiz

No one touched the bottom of the lake and lived. If you were lucky, you'd surface wide-eyed and frantic, babbling at the darkness, the thickness of what lay below. If you were unlucky, underwater recovery dragged the lake for your body.

~ Karen Katchur

You felt she'd done a thousand secret things to her eyes. They needed no haze of cigarette smoke to look at you out of sexy and fathomless, but carried their own along with them. New York must have been for her a city of smoke, its streets the courtyards of limbo, its bodies like wraiths. Smoke seemed to be in her voice, in her movements; making her all the more substantial, more there, as if words, glances, small lewdnesses could only become baffled and brought to rest like smoke in her long hair; remain there useless till she released them, accidentally and unknowingly, with a toss of her head.

~ Thomas Pynchon

Dreema and you disagree. She cottons to Richmond, but you can't be weaned off Pelham. So I offer you a fair middle ground: relocate to northern Virginia. She transfers to the state morgue on Braddock Road, and you get to stay near your old beat.

~ Ed Lynskey

The river breeze washed over him. He saw the magnificent views of the city and the bridge connecting Algiers Point to New Orleans. He marveled at the crescent shape of New Orleans as the ferry traveled nearly parallel to the curve in the Mississippi River.

~ Hunter Murphy

A high-pitched sound, like steam escaping from a kettle whistles through the dark room. But nobody’s making tea. We both turn toward the source of the eerie noise.A weak stream of unearthly light seeps through the window near the corner of the room and pours onto the floor. Its consistency seems to lie somewhere between a liquid and a solid, like mercury, only blue. Out of the gleaming, wobbly puddle, a phosphorescent vapor rises up. The ghost we thought was Daniel materializes and looms over us for two seconds before he lunges and wraps his hands around Wyatt’s neck.

~ Alyson Larrabee