Life is nothing short of a phenomenon. In every sense life is mysterious and unfathomable.

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine’s daughter, to be the catalist of it all.

Mystery of love is like digging water: everything closes. (Mystère de l’amour est comme – Creuser l’eau : tout se referme)

Marriage is called all sorts of things, a haven, and a refuge, and a crowning glory, and a state of bondage, and lots more. But do you know what I think it is?”What?”A sport!”And a...

No valía la pena perder el tiempo en intentar cambiar el mundo; bastaba con evitar que el mundo lo cambiase a uno.

…he asked, “Where are you today, right now?”Eagerly, I started talking about myself. However, I noticed that I was still being sidetracked from getting answers to my questions. Still, I told him about my distant...

Dogma is the guardian of mystery. The doctrines are spiritually significant in ways that we cannot fathom.

Oh, sometimes I like to put the sand of doubt into the oyster of my faith.” (Br. Cadfael)

With reason did the Athenians adjudge Diagoras guilty of atheism, in that he not only divulged the Orphic doctrine, and published the mysteries of Eleusis and of the Cabiri, and chopped up the wooden statue...

Happiness is a mystery in the minds of many because they keep expecting to attain it from experiences that create pleasures.

I look away, but we’ve caught each other. And I know this wasn’t just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

Anonymity crowned him as if t’were the halo of romantic glory.

If looks could kill” too literally. The French have a word for sexy murderesses. Well, they probably have such a word, but since I don’t speak French, I can’t tell you what it is.

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

Lots of things are mysteries. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t an answer to them. It’s just that scientists haven’t found the answer yet.

gold” beneath the false value systems of our societies, and we attempt to comfort ourselves with the notion that we have no power or responsibility for what is happening to our world. The reality is...

And maybe one winter it will get too cold and I’ll forget about the summers we once shared. My family portrait mightfold in too, producing the same horrific effect as Jeremy’s: that I, all along,...

Irma, a few feet behind the other two, saw them suddenly halt, swaying a little, with heads bent and hands pressed to their breasts as if to steady themselves against a gale.

Women mystery writers took a genre that before that had been exclusively male and transformed it. The tradition of the male private eye goes all the way back in literature to the lone man on...

I just completed The Tenth Circle. It is an excellent mystery story surrounding a family with modern day issues.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can’t help it. Classical music isn’t just music. It’s a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the...

One morning, as he sat at his desk, he heard the sound of a horse’s hooves on the path outside his house. He stepped out on to the verandah. There, on a tall grey horse,...

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like … robotics. Just another subject that she couldn’t understand at all.

From Chapter 11 “Rainy Day Puppy” (“The Missing Tulip Bulbs”): The next few days were hard on the family. It rained. It was cold. Winter had returned. The puppy grew and gained energy equal to...

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

Abandoned.The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered...

Why are you running from the ball, Cinderella?” he asked.

Insane love.Loving insanity.Insanity and love…

Christian-like”, Messianic? We should cherem (ban) them from every aspect of Jewish life. And we must strip them of every Jewish privilege!

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.

I smile, she blushes.I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.I breathe, because it’s easy around her.

He was still a mystery to me. And God, did I want to play Nancy Drew.

I always liked the unknown. Ironically I familiarized myself with the uncertainty of life. Life can change in any minute of the day. God can turn anything around in a speck of a moment. I...

But a bond is a bond. And when you’re young and haven’t yet learned to live in your own solitude, even a destructive bond can seem better than none.