#ystery

Community begins in mystery and ends in administration. Leaders move away from people and into paper. ↗

— Jean Vanier

#away #begins #community #ends #into

You know, there's that temptation in interviews to make yourself sound - well, to give yourself a bit of mystery. ↗

— Johnny Vegas

#give #interviews #know #make #mystery

You may suppose that perhaps this Walter T. Wallace found his destiny in food and passed down to his progeny a legacy like that of the great Colonel Sanders. The folks here in Wallace County would love to be able to tell you this is so. But no, like their granddaddy, the Wallace men were thievin’ crooks, always with a scheme ready to separate the weak from their hard-earned money. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#murder #mystery #ozarks #southern-lit #suspense

She had her own barometer for knowing when a man was getting too close: as soon as he felt comfortable enough to help himself to something in her refrigerator, he was history. ... Filching leftover was simply too domestic for her to stomach. A man might as well say, "I'm hungry and I'm taking your food, woman." First he'd be foraging for food in the fridge, next he'd be expecting her to cook for him, replace buttons on his shirt, and give up her job to have babies that looked like him. ↗

— Stephanie Bond

#mystery #romance #food

Of all the means I know to lead men, the most effectual is a concealed mystery. ↗

— Adam Weishaupt

#effectual #i #know #lead #means

The thing I wonder about is where does Brian's creative spark come from? Not his subjects or anything, but his spark. What makes it so great for me is that I really don't know. There's a mystery behind Brian, even to me. ↗

— Dennis Wilson

#anything #behind #brian #come #creative

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#mystery #true #visible #world

Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a world to compass these things, a world that is a long, brute game, then we bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and light…unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such a thing as beauty, a grace wholly gratuitous…we don’t know what’s going on here. If these tremendous events are random combinations of matter run amok, the yield of millions of monkeys at millions of typewriters, then what is it in us, hammered out of those same typewriters, that they ignite? We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what’s going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#landscape #mystery #mysticism #spirituality #age

The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#creativity #crime #critic #criticism #detectives

(The Mona Lisa), that really is the ugliest portrait I’ve seen, the only thing that supposedly makes it famous is the mystery behind it,” Katherine admitted as she remembered her trips to the Louvre and how she shook her head at the poor tourists crowding around to see a jaundiced, eyebrow-less lady that reminded her of tight-lipped Washington on the dollar bill. Surely, they could have chosen a better portrait of the First President for their currency? ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#artwork #da-vinci #funny #george-washington #humor