Mystery Quotes

This is what the Problem means,” he went on. “This is the effect it has. Lives lost, loved ones taken before their time. And then we hide our dead behind iron walls and leave them to the thorns and ivy. We lose them twice over, Lucy. Death’s not the worst of it. We turn our faces away.

~ Jonathan Stroud

I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden.

~ Ruth Rendell

We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside and fluid towns. Since we become transformed by our wanderings we are despised by those who stand still and retain a memory of giant serpents and metallic green.

~ Raymond Queneau

Lockwood didn’t speak until everything was quiet again. “I know you’re worrying about me, Luce,” he said. “But you really mustn’t. These things happen when you’re an agent. You’ve been snared by ghosts in the past, haven’t you? There was the one that made the bloody footprints, and the thing in the tunnels below the Aickmere Brothers store. But it’s fine, because I helped you then, and you’ve helped me now. We’re there to help each other. If we do that, we’ll get through.” Which was a lovely thing to say, and it made me feel a little warmer. I just had to hope it was true.

~ Jonathan Stroud

Nice sweater Bob, does it come in mens?

~ Doyle Macbrayne

The colour of the magpie, her father was saying, was symbolic of creation. The void, the mystery of that which had not yet taken form. Black and white, he said. Presence and absence.

~ Kate Mosse

Every woman wants a cowboy.

~ B.j. Daniels

How could I tell Clarence that finding another dead body was anything but dreadful? On the contrary: it was thrilling; it was exciting; it was exhilarating, it was invigorating; to say nothing of electrifying and above all, satisfying.How could I tell the dear man that murder made me feel so gloriously alive?

~ Alan Bradley

But ghosts aren't white and bright. Ghosts are shadows of someone or something gone wrong.

~ Paul Tremblay

TO EAT IS VERY IMPORTANT, AND VERY PLEASUREABLE THING, BUT IT CAN ALSO BE VERY FRIGHTENING

~ Clamp

I like paths that lead nowhere, that leave you wondering where you are.

~ Marty Rubin

It is not for me to suspect but to detect.

~ Anna Katharine Green

Oh, the mystery when two souls become one united in love and sealed by an amazing God can not be seen or understood by the word of love for it is only seen in the action of love from above kissed with a hope and dressed in faith embraced by what can not be seen

~ John M Sheehan

Any weapon's only as good as the man using it, and a good man can make a good weapon out of most anything.

~ Peter Benchley

Mostly I'd like to be taller. If I could be a couple inches taller, just have them stretch me out, my ass would be smaller.Peabody from Secrets in Death

~ J D Robb

The same as a cigarette? asked Rita excitedly, as Mrs. Sin bent over her.The same, but very, very gentle.

~ Sax Rohmer

…It was embarrassing now to recall with what little regret he had let slip his pleasures and preoccupations, the imminence of loss revealing them for what they were, at best only a solace, at worst a trivial squandering of time and energy. Now he had to lay hold of them again and believe that they were important, at least to himself. He doubted whether he would ever again believe them important to other people.

~ P.d. James

Before he turned again the to the car his eye was caught by a small clump of unknown flowers. The pale pinkish white heads rose from a mossy pad on top of the wall and trembled delicately in the light breeze. Dalgliesh walked over and stood stock still, regarding in silence their unpretentious beauty. He smelt for the first time the clean half-illusory salt tang of the sea. The air moved warm and gentle against his skin. He was suddenly suffused with happiness and, as always in these rare transitory moments, intrigued by the pure physical nature of his joy. It moved along his veins, a gentle effervescence. Even to analyse its nature was to lose hold of it. But he recognized it for what it was, the first clear intimation since his illness that life could be good.

~ P.d. James

As long as something was a mystery, there was still the potential for amazement. Maybe that's where I went wrong before. Some riddles weren't meant to be solved.

~ Chelsea Sedoti

There are some people to whom muddled thinking and self-deception are the two most unforgivable crimes in the world.

~ Margery Allingham

It’s all very well to have your eight suspects parading in their endless ring-around-the-rosebush outside the library. That’s fine. But give some sensible reason why they were there. If you must shower the room with bus tickets, provide a reason for that too. In other words, construct your story. Your present problem is not to explain the villainy of the guilty: it’s to explain the stupidity of the innocent.

~ John Dickson Carr

XVXVI, or 10-5-10-5-1, yielded H-E-H-E-A, which, unless she wanted to show her derisive laughter, made no sense.

~ Laurie R. King

The thing is, Sara, writing's scary. You have to be prepared to go deep......And when your brain's shouting, 'No, no, no, I'm not going to think that thought; it's too dirty, it's too scary, it's too painful,' that's when you must make yourself think it and make yourself write it.

~ Felicity Everett

You must push through the negativity and self-criticism that dam up your creativity and just let it flow. Be your authentic self. Write or sing or dance or paint with your whole being, without guardedness or cynicism and without trying to second-guess an audience.

~ Felicity Everett

Look tonight at the stars. Let them overwhelm you in the postures of their bright dance. Face the vastness which they dot like silver bees, and sound with your own brain the mystery, hazarding at the inscrutable plan of things.

~ Robert H. Barlow

The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent. The choir a mix of young girls her own age, alongside elderly women, with a few men thrown in for good measure. The old ladies wore tight gray buns and librarian glasses. Could they have ever been young? Could their husbands have?

~ Jaime Allison Parker

A secret's only a secret as long as you keep it. Once you tell someone it loses all its power -- for good or ill -- like that, it's just another piece of information. But a real mystery can't be solved, not completely. It's always just out of reach, like a light around the corner; you might catch a glimpse of what it reveals, feel its warmth, but you can't know the heart of it, not really. That's what gives it value: It can't be cracked, it's bigger than you and me, bigger than everything we know.

~ Mark Frost

Reaching the finish line isn't possible without beginning the first step of the journey. Start today, don't wait.

~ M. Gail Grant

The moment you awake ,you know the mystery of life.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

The mystery of life is the moment.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

It is a mystery,' said Detritus.Vimes grinned mirthlessly. It was a mystery. And he didn't like mysteries. Mysteries had a way of getting bigger if you didn't solve them quickly. Mysteries pupped.

~ Terry Pratchett

The Writers curseWe have to writeWe have no choiceWe have stories to TELL

~ Paul Barrell

Use your little grey cells mon ami (Hercule Poirot in 'The Mysterious Affair At Styles')

~ #Name?

And how do you know that these fine begonias are not of equal importance?

~ Agatha Christie

Everybody calls me Marty. I never know what to call myself.

~ Marty Rubin

If it is to be, it's up to me.

~ Melba Moon

That's exactly where you're wrong! Any kind of person can murder. Purely circumstances and not a thing to do with temperament! People get so far -- and it takes just the least little thing to push them over the brink. Anybody. Even your grandmother. I know.

~ Patricia Highsmith

I had passed, I had become the thing that had happened to me.

~ Charlaine Harris

I hadn't even solved the mystery of my own body.

~ Benjamin Alire Sáenz

I remember when Elvis died. I wrote my sentiments with words of a little girl in my dear diary, Many people wanted to see his body. They literally wanted to dig his bones out just to make sure that he was being buried. And I could not understand why. Why people could not leave him alone and let his soul rest in peace. I couldn't get it. I didn't grasp it at that time. In a head of a little girl it was hard to believe that there were mysteries to be solved. That there ruled a conspiracy theory that people thought it was odd that he was buried and the casket was never opened. They didn't believe he was dead! Oh yes. Elvis Lives! And as the world needs his songs, his words, his thoughts, his love, his light more than ever before.

~ Ana Claudia Antunes