#myst

You can never be free of their criticism until you no longer seek their praise. ↗

— Dennis Ruane

#psychological #suspense #suspense

The longer I looked into his eyes the more I felt that he was leading me down a road that I was determined not to follow. ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#love #mystery #love

In a true you-and-I relationship, we are present mindfully, nonintrusively, the way we are present with things in nature.We do not tell a birch tree it should be more like an elm. We face it with no agenda, only an appreciation that becomes participation: 'I love looking at this birch' becomes 'I am this birch' and then 'I and this birch are opening to a mystery that transcends and holds us both. ↗

— David Richo

#mystery #relationship #love

Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement. ... The conventional big-bosomed blonde is not mysterious. And what could be more obvious than the old black velvet and pearls type? The perfect ‘woman of mystery’ is one who is blonde, subtle and Nordic. ... Although I do not profess to be an authority on women, I fear that the perfect title [for a movie], like the perfect woman is difficult to find. ↗

— Alfred Hitchcock

#donald-spoto #imagination #mystery #suspense #woman

You’ll call for me. You’ll be lonely in your new quarters and will feel out of sorts. I could let you pet my hair until you fell asleep.” He drew in closer and lowered his voice to ask in all seriousness, “You’re mad, aren’t you?” “As—a—hatter,” she whispered back conspiratorially. He felt a hint of sympathy for the creature. “How long have you been in here?” “For four long...interminable...days.” He glowered at her. “Which is why I want you to take me with you. I don’t eat much.” The dungeon erupted with laughter again. (Myst and Nikolai) ↗

— Kresley Cole

#myst #nikolai-wroth #warlord #pets

I like to write literature that reads like pulp fiction. ↗

— Nike Chillemi

#historical-suspense #murder-mystery #suspense #suspense

I like to borrow a metaphor from the great poet and mystic Rumi who talks about living like a drawing compass. One leg of the compass is static. It is fixed and rooted in a certain spot. Meanwhile, the other leg draws a huge wide circle around the first one, constantly moving. Just like that, one part of my writing is based in Istanbul. It has strong local roots. Yet at the same time the other part travels the whole wide world, feeling connected to several cities, cultures, and peoples. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#rumi #mysticism

Women's hats contain so many possibilities for subtle sensual expression. When I wear one, it entices the opposite sex with erotic suggestions which they interpret without confusion and which I have never figured out. My wife is always able to predict when I'll forget our anniversary, how thin she’ll look on my birthday, and who ate her box of chocolates on Valentine's Day. Without my hat as her radar, I would have absolutely no insight into her total inexplicability. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #hats #humor #mysterious #women

She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#mystery #rosseau #unattractiveness #love

I did it." Who leaves a message like that? Who is so paranoid that they have to be so cryptic? If this wasn't day one of my Summer of Nothing, I might be in a hurry to figure this out. but first: breakfast. ↗

— Julie Halpern

#ya-dramedy #ya-mystery #young-adult-contemporary-romance #young-adult-dramedy #young-adult-mystery