#mystery

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one's legs, as it were, dangling down over into the grave. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#death #life #mystery #beauty

I confess to loving a good murder mystery - anything by Scott Turow or John Grisham. Maybe it's a holdover from my days as a criminal prosecutor in Seattle. ↗

— Gary Locke

#confess #criminal #days #good #grisham

I don't know who the hell Paul Lynde is, or why he's funny, and I prefer it to be a mystery to me. ↗

— Paul Lynde

#hell #i #know #me #mystery

I would love to do some kind of mystery movie, or an action flick, something with that combination. ↗

— Christina Milian

#combination #flick #i #kind #love

There's many things that I am. And all of those things come together at some point. If somebody wants to limit me, you know and they'll say, 'Well, this is Walter Mosley, the mystery writer.' I don't like that. Because I do many things. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#because #come #i #i am #i do

Says here there's a reward," Mr. Hooks said. Tallie blinked, then remembered Keith had added that tidbit for incentive. She opened her purse and scrutinized the contents of her slim wallet--twelve dollars and a book of stamps. She handed over the ten and the stamps, then tossed in a free drink coupon from Starbucks. "Thanks." Then she turned and fled. ↗

— Stephanie Bond

#romantic-mystery #romantic

For if the mystery concealed of old is made manifest to the Apostles through the prophetic writings, and if the prophets, being wise men, understood what proceeded from their own mouths, then the prophets knew what was made manifest to the Apostles. ↗

— Origen

#being #concealed #knew #made #manifest

The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence. ↗

— J. B. Priestley

#aware #existence #greatest #greatest writers #mystery

What is it like to fall asleep? What happens? Where do we go? Why don't we remember? Since childhood most of us have wondered about the mystery of sleep. ↗

— Henry Reed

#asleep #childhood #fall #go #happens

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is God's gift, that's why we call it the present. ↗

— Joan Rivers

#gift #god #history #mystery #present