My silence knot is tied up in my hair; as if to keep my love out of my eyes. I cannot speak to one for whom i care. A hatpin serves as part of my...

I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a pita. Why the pita? That counts as another mystery.

What people dont know about you people create. Imagination is a part of being human. They fill in the unknowns with assumptions and not facts. Every man and woman is a mystery unrevealed.

You can never be free of their criticism until you no longer seek their praise.

I would prefer not to.

It’s the unknown that draws people.

Books are keys that open many doors — James Rollins

Question marks are shaped like hooks for a reason: they will hook the reader and drag them deeper into the story

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.

Just making the cement now, only takes five minutes.””I did it in four once,” Pauly whispered boastfully to Johnny, “but if I’m honest, I was never completely happy that it set properly.””Who was it for?””Big...

Sometimes love finds you when it’s ready. And when you’re ready too. How that happens is anybody’s guess. Love is the great mystery stew, its secrets well kept, its ingredients known to providence alone. While...

Nothing doing. I’ve no doubt you think I should look noble as a sacrifice. But I’ve never wanted to look noble, and I won’t be made to. — Neville Fletcher

It’s immeasurably easier to live in a world that’s all surfaces, that means nothing and demands nothing of you.

There were men in their fifties, men who take a stab at fitness, men who try. They may not look young, but they still look viable. Lammers wasn’t one of those. Lammers was one of...

A fallow mind is a field of discontent.

But the thing that . . . that I touched . . . ” I cried. “It was furry! It-” I stopped short, taken with a shudder. “I know,” said Herrick.

Let the mystery carry you breathlessly along.

When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery before his eyes. That is the legacy of the first European novel to the entire subsequent history of the novel. The...

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas

It’s so still she can almost hear the thrum of the cosmos, its pulse trembling at the edge of perception

Sing to me a tune of patience; A dream borne of tenacity. Pervade unto my being, a cadence; Whisper to me the depths of eternity…

Death is really the mystery of life, isn’t it?

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

There has always been the wind. Since our planet began to turn, there has been the wind. This ball of dirt and fire and water started to spin. The air stirred. And Earth’s time began....

I would appreciate it if they would call a halt on all their devoted efforts to find a way to abolish war or eliminate disease or run trains with atoms or extend the span of...

Total confusion, disconnected nothing, absolute bewilderment. It’s an enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed in a burrito, and smothered in taco sauce.

What will happen to sex after liberation? Frankly, I don’t know. It is a great mystery to all of us.

You sir, are a thief.

We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.

At the witching hour, the city was totally silent. Only the wind of portent blew through the gathered council of whispering brick chimneys on the rooftops, delivering the hand that would write upon the wall.

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

Some of us will admit to a simple fascination with the inner world for its own sake, a fascination with no further goal than the thrill of discovery, the pleasure of engaging the mysterious, dark...

We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside...

But in that moment, I didn’t want to be trusted. I wanted something far more primal. I stretched up on my tiptoes and leaned in. I closed my eyes as his scent overcame me. When...

It’s always seemed like a big mystery how nature, seemingly so effortlessly, manages to produce so much that seems to us so complex. Well, I think we found its secret. It’s just sampling what’s out...

Submitted for your approval–the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling

I think it’s more the mystery that everyone is intrigued by the fact that here’s this plane that crashed more than 63 years ago, and there’s still somebody up there.

What about you?” I kept my voice carefully indifferent. He flashed me a cold smile, sharp at the edges. “Worried about me?” Because I couldn’t think of anything snide to say, I stuck my tongue...

It’s not a mystery why we had a season [5-11] like that in Tampa. An NFL team loses because of a talent problem.

That night, Jas wore the only dress she owned.It was made of soft,clingy fabric.The skirt was short, showing off her now tan and muscular legs.When she came down the steps barefoot,Chase’s eyes widened in surprise....

Combine two words, Myth and History. What do you get? Mystery.

Do you really believe in destiny?” “How can I not believe in destiny, when there is no difference between my memories and my dreams at night? There’s no difference between their reality. And if I...

It’s been a bit of a strange mystery.

When you turn a blind eye to atrocities, you are complicit in them.

When men were ready to marry, look out. Their evolution busted out all over. They nabbed the closest female hanging out near their caves, anyone who looked like she would clean his woolly mammoth tunics...

Don’t judge a book by its cover

The longer one lives, the more mysterious life seems.

In the temple, I sit on the cool floor next to Grandfather, beneath the stern benevolence of the goddess’s glance. Grandfather is clad in only a traditional silk dhoti–no fancy modern clothes for him. That’s...

With women, there is no sexual mystery—a vagina is a vagina. But with men, a woman’s got to wonder, is his penis small, medium, or Orafoura?

Oh please tell me we’re not doing the Poirot thing again — the suspects in the library with the candlestick or whatever’.Max looked at him [DCI Cotton]. ‘Fruitcake in this case. And what would you...