We ran on the fuel of youth and hormones and ignorant arrogance, imagining we had the whole world and the workings thereof figured out.

It’s hard when you’re missing your family,” Pip said, and started the motor. ” You wake up every morning like someone took one of your legs.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. The past is history. The future is mysterious. Then tomorrow—this starts all over again.

Because wouldn’t it be terrible if you slipped and hurt yourself?

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

glorious and whimsical,” as the Key West Citizen had promised.

God is the only book that can never be touched, open and seen.

I play to win and if it looks like I’ve lost, its only because its not over yet.

mysterious like the moon, she would delight you in her glow, her light alone can make you question yourself.. & who was she? She will never let you know.

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of...

Well, good-bye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into...

Alarmed and bordering on terrified, Frankie reached for the closest thing she could find that might work as a weapon – which in Louise’s house was a curling iron – and tiptoed downstairs to confront...

I’m afraid our sun is nothing like whatever defined.

…the long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer’s growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph,...

Beneath the skin of everything is something nobody can know.

I am grateful for the magic, mystery and majesty of nature – my loyal friend and companion – always there, welcoming and waiting for me to come; to be healed.

The terror is trapped inside of him and paralyzes him. He closes his eyes again and tries to drown out the scream – but it keeps ringing and ringing and ringing in his ears.

I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.

Stop being a mystery, discover yourself!

It isn’t fair, but maybe that’s the whole point. Fairness has no part in real life, and she took that lesson away from the Hotel Angeline with her.

He’s not a safe safe or a tame God, securely lodged behind the bars of a distant Heaven; He has the most annoying manner of showing up when we least want Him; of confronting us...

He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.

In feature films the director is God; in documentary films God is the director” – Alfred Hitchcock

Nancy, every place you go, it seems as if mysteries just pile up one after another.

It’s never too late to achieve your dreams

Children see God every day; they just don’t call it that. It’s the summer sky painted with cumulus clouds by day and sequined with a million stars by night. It’s the sweet whispers of sweet...

If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let’s review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder—red-blooded...

We fail so easily to see the difference between fear of the unknown and respect for the unknown, thinking that those who do not hasten in with bright lights and knives are deterred by a...

It was a two-gallon Styrofoam cooler – one of the cheap ones that you can pick up at any service station in the summer season and then listen to it squeak to the point of...

In the darkest corner of a darkened room, all Sherlock Homes stories begin. In the pregnant dim of gaslight and smoke, Holmes would sit, digesting the day’s papers, puffing on his long pipe, injecting himself...

Never stop. Never forget.

Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the...

On ne peut la voir, on ne peut la sentir,On ne peut l’entendre, on ne peut la respirer.Elle s’étend derrière les étoiles et sous les collines.Elle remplit les trous vides.Elle vient d’abord et suit après.Elle...

Who the hell you think would be answering his phone?” I snarled.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand)Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand yearsOr is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by...

People are mysterious, even to themselves.

As a fan of Agatha Christie, I think a brilliant mystery novel would be trying to identify the meat contents in a McDonald’s hamburger.

The only mystery is why we find it surprising that someone opted out, … It makes him different.

Man determines to dictate your turn, but God determines your time. It was Saul’s turn, but it was David’s time. Don’t wait for your turn, wait for your time.

it may only be able to measure it.

It was another thing you didn’t learn at a top-drawer school. Bickering is like baldness or lousy gifts. It runs in families.

There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and...

Do you know why the lotus is one of my favorite flowers?” I cocked my head to one side so I could see his expression.He shook his head.”This beautiful flower lives in the most vile,...

Have you checked your ass out lately? It’s pretty dang distracting, darling.” ~ Gunner Wilson

Simple spells were light and fun, like a good joke. This spell was as simple as a symphony and as splendid. After adding the last runes, I swirled power through the old spells ensuring they...

She’d have to treat the interview more like risotto than instant rice, adding ingredients gradually while stirring gently.

And then split his own cranium in half. I would like to see you do that yourself Blore. It would take some practice.

What a mystery woman is, boss! Even if she falls thousand times, she rises a thousand times a virgin. But how´s that? you´ll say. Because she doesn´t remember!

The mature fruit of mystagogy is an awareness that one’s life is being progressively transformed by the holy mysteries being celebrated. The aim of all Christian education, moreover, is to train the believer in an...