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#mystery

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #mystery




You're my hero," he murmured. She grinned up at him. "What a coincidence. You're _my_ hero.


Stephanie Bond


#romantic-mystery #romantic

Selection of crews is always been somewhat of a mystery.


Robert Crippen


#been #crews #mystery #selection #somewhat

How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?


Peggy Kopman-Owens


#adventure #mystery #suspense #travel #change

Those who pay their bills on time are soon forgotten. It is only by not paying one's bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.


Gyles Brandreth


#oscar-wilde #death

Wisdom and deep intelligence require an honest appreciation of mystery.


Thomas Moore


#deep #honest #intelligence #mystery #require

Everything is a mystery, ourselves, and all things both simple and humble.


Giorgio Morandi


#both #everything #humble #mystery #ourselves

Indignation is often the best defense.


Diane Capri


#funny #justice-series #mystery #suspense #funny

as jolaha ka maram na jana, jinh jag ani pasarinhh tana; dharti akas dou gad khandaya, chand surya dou nari banaya; sahastra tar le purani puri, ajahu bine kathin hai duri; kahai kabir karm se jori, sut kusut bine bhal kori; No one could understand the secret of this weaver who, coming into existence, spread the warp as the world; He fixed the earth and the sky as the pillars, and he used the sun and the moon as two shuttles; He took thousands of stars and perfected the cloth; but even today he weaves, and the end is difficult to fathom. Kabir says that the weaver, getting good or bad yarn and connecting karmas with it, weaves beautifully.


Kabir


#fate #mystery #nature #norns #old-songs

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation--sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.


Arthur Conan Doyle


#mystery #sherlock-holmes #beauty

Everything changed, and eleven months later, here I was in the middle of the night with a gungho major, playing secret agent, hoping some Frenchie didn't put a bullet in my skull before I gave the Germans and Italians their chance.


James R. Benn


#world-war- #change






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