#myster

He’s never going to confess, BB. Why don’t we just shoot him and go home? I’ve got an important appointment coming up.” Ingrid aka ‘Alis K’ The Informer by Steen Langstrup ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#scandinavian-mysteries #ww #home

I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All. ↗

— Rachel Brady

#mystery #skydiving #sleuth #life

She was sad and lost and alone in the dark," Cecil said. "She needed somebody to hold her." "And you think she's going to get tired of that?" "You did," Cecil said. "You shut me right out." "It was your decision, not mine," Dave said. "You are the dearest thing in life to me. You're bright and funny and gentle and decent and full of life. And I will never get tired of you, and neither will Chrissie. It's not up to her anyway. You're the adult. Tell her the truth -- that it was an act of kindness that got out of hand." "I can't hurt her like that," Cecil said. "It will hurt more the longer you let it go on. ↗

— Joseph Hansen

#lgbt #mystery #funny

Chance is life's only certainty. ↗

— Mickey Wyte

#mystery #new-york-city #life

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#authors #mystery #social-life #whodunnit #life

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#mystery #nerdfighters #ya #young-adult #love

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#love #mystery #love

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