Quotes of: Complete-mystery Keyword

Man is manifestly not the measure of all things. This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name.

The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason

Do not envy the rich; pity them. Matthew 19:24.

Face to Face Meetings with Jesus Christ: Biblical Mysteries Revealed in His Own Words Like Never Before in Human History

It pays to be nice. Maybe not right away, but someday.

Horton Halfpott: Or, The Fiendish Mystery of Smugwick Manor; or, The Loosening of M'Lady Luggertuck's Corset

He piled fib on top of lie on top of exaggeration and cemented it all with hyperbole.

Horton Halfpott: Or, The Fiendish Mystery of Smugwick Manor; or, The Loosening of M'Lady Luggertuck's Corset

Keep her downstairs a minute!' I breathed desperately. I don't know why; you don't want your agonies of soul witnessed by a woman. ("Nightmare")

Baker's Dozen: 13 Short Mystery Novels

I am Melody Malone, with ice in my heart and a kiss on my lips. In the city that never sleeps and should never blink, mysteries are my business.

The Angel's Kiss: A Melody Malone Mystery

Writing the middle of a novel is a lot like driving through Texas. You think it's never going to end, and the scenery looks the same.

How to Write Killer Fiction: The Funhouse of Mystery & the Roller Coaster of Suspense

I am sure now that life is not what it is purported to be and that nature, in the canny words of the Scotch theologue, 'is not as natural as it looks.

The Immense Journey: An Imaginative Naturalist Explores the Mysteries of Man and Nature

The concept of the psychopath is, in fact, an admission of failure to solve the mystery of evil—it is merely a restatement of the mystery—and only offers an escape valve for the frustration felt by psychiatrists, social workers, and police office...

The Journalist and the Murderer

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one's legs, as it were, dangling down ...

The Return

This guy’s got a mustache that’s made for TV. I’ve got a mustache that’s made for radio. I keep it zipped up quiet in my pants, next to my cigar.

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

If I were a betting man, and Thank Vegas I’m not, I’d say this bartender looks guilty of murder. Or maybe he just looks drunk. Possibly the two looks are identical.

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

This couple thought they were as smooth as crunchy peanut butter. But they didn’t fool me with their Bonnie and Clyde act. I knew they were guilty of being innocent the moment I saw them.

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

This picture has a lot of motion and features one person being forcibly removed. Reminds me of the commotion of my heart. Love is a lot like a crime scene.

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

This women is all about the kiss—the kiss of death. But if her sinister lips offer the joy of heaven, followed by the torment of hell, then I’ll be the first to pucker up.

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

She looks so serious. Why such a stern look? Oh yeah, somebody’s just been murdered. With all my diabolical laughter, I seem to have forgotten about that.

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

The guy in the white fedora looks like he’s reading a love letter. I say that only because he looks so confused, what else could the subject matter be?

Seven Sisters Sinister Murder Mystery Dinner

Tut! Magic, indeed! As if there weren't marvels enough without magic. Pictures traveling by telephone, and men bouncing up and down on the moon? Trees and floors and children growing? There are your marvels.

The Mysterious Shrinking House

Good grief! They're going to call us inside soon, and Sticky hasn't even met Madge yet!" "Who's Madge?" Sticky asked. "Her Majesty the Queen!

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey

One-and-twenty sorts of birds,” said Ser Kyle. “One-and-twenty sorts of bird droppings,” said Ser Maynard. “You have no poetry in your heart, ser.” “You have shit upon your shoulder.

The Mystery Knight

And in that moment I experience a revelation. I realize now that it was a painful sense that the world is purposeless, the lazy fruit of a misunderstanding, but in that moment I was able to translate what I felt only as: "God does not exist.

The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana