#myster

He was too old to be working, too young to be dead and too broke to do anything else. Life's a bitch, sometimes... ↗

— Chris Culver

#life

Every life is a mystery. And every story of every life is a mystery. But it is not what happens that is the mystery. It is whether it has to happen no matter what, whether it is ordered and ordained, fixed and fated, or whether it can be missed, avoided, circumvented, passed by; that is the mystery. If she had not come along the Via Piemonte that day, would it still have happened? If she had come along the Via Piemonte that day, but ten minutes later than she did, would it still have happened? Therein lies the real mystery. And no one ever knows, and no one ever will. ("For The Rest Of Her Life") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#fate #free-will #life #mystery #random-chance

Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I felt compelled to look deeper, searching for something inside her, but her soul was covered and her eyes would not show me. ↗

— Cristina Martin

#literary #mystery #romance-love-heartache #thriller #love

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand) Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years Or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand) And if it ever was there and it left Does it mean it was never true And to exist it must elude Is that why I think these things of you? ↗

— Emily Saliers

#mystery #love

She loves mysteries that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#green #john #mystery #paper #town

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow - James Matthew Barrie ↗

— John Charles Harman

#love #mystery #romance-novels #love

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. ↗

— Kate Carlisle

#men

There's a large strain of irony in our human affairs... Interwoven with our affairs is this wonderful spirit of irony which prevents us from ever being utterly and irretrievably serious, from being unaware of the mysterious nature of our existence. ↗

— Malcolm Muggeridge

#mystery #nature

I can't be easy. It's not my nature. But it's my nature to love you. ↗

— Iris Johansen

#mystery-suspense #love

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#enchanting #haze #island #june #mysterious