#mystery

I certainly wanted to maintain some sense of mystery about Picard and that's why we never allowed certain situations to fully evolve, like the relationship between Picard and Beverly Crusher. ↗

— Patrick Stewart

#allowed #between #beverly #certain #certainly

I think there's a mystery about what a social movement is. ↗

— Bernadine Dohrn

#i #i think #movement #mystery #social

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink? ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#age

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#paris #romance #age

We were the creatures desired throughout the ages... foolish humans didn't even realize it, living in their own little world. ↗

— Kaylynne Spauls

#age

It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table. ↗

— Tanya Byrne

#life #mystery-suspense #sad #anger

The intersection of pork and man was circumscribed with vagueness. Until now sausage was a mysterious world: the fenced-in landscapes of strange, exotic muds, the cloak-and-dagger butchers that veiled their conversations in Old French, the silencing of whole towns upon a nocturnal report of a flying swarm of oinks, the secret herbs and spices involved in the intestinal displacement before my screen. My own sacred art suddenly stirred a sense of understanding in me as to why pig farmers were so reluctant to explain their missing bicuspids to outsiders: sausage could not have effects. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#mystery #sausage #secret-society #art

The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#attention #beauty #color #compassion #detail

Either you're going to shoot us or you're not. The ball always lands on red or black, never both. ↗

— V. Alexander

#mystery #suspense #trouble-is-her-business #business

It had been a little over a year since the last murder; moreover it had been a year since I had run as quickly as legally possible from whom I had been. It had taken almost that long to become a legal adult, get the money straightened out and get my name changed. Who was Abigail? Who was Vera? I felt as though I was neither person. I felt like I wasn’t a person at all anymore. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-suspense #ya-thriller #change