#myst

Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about. ↗

— Julie Garwood

#mystery #suspense #change

On the Writing Process: "When in doubt, take it out., ↗

— Barbara DaCosta

#children-s-books #mystery #picture-books #short-stories #writing-advice

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#horror #mystery-suspense #home

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#mystery-suspense #noir #love

One who has no beloved in the country can never love the country. ↗

— Wasif Ali Wasif

#sufi-wisdom #love

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#magical #mystical #patterns #poetry #shadows

All that crap about love and fairness and doing something with your life, Bruno ... Those are luxury problems. The CEO’s wife can go around worrying about that stuff. People like us from the projects have to play by a different set of rules.” George Hanson In The Shadow of Sadd ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#in-the-shadow-of-sadd #scandinavian-mysteries #steen-langstrup #life

Tad they were too young to die…My Mom was a spitfire—a total accident waiting to happen. I’m like her—I can trip over nothing.” Tad chuckled acknowledging the thought. “My father…he was more serious. He used to give me lectures like no tomorrow, he had a strong sense of who I should be—who I wanted to be and how to guide me, and he was my best friend. It seems like everything I love is just out of my reach now. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-suspnse #ya-thriller #love

Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. “Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#ghosts #halloween #kill #killing #kisses

Now comes the mystery. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#mystery #now