mystery

[Her] idea of a fair trade--her lentils for your caviar.

Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, he__ look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop sisters and their sidekick, the town__ bag lady no less, had traipsed into his office without knocking first. His admin (he couldn__ remember their names to save his life) had ushered them in, and they__ just dumped this hot potato into his lap.

The reality and what it meant was slowly dawning: the betrayal, deception, and omission. Clandestine meetings. Evasion under questioning. In hindsight, Dana and Evan picked out the clues they__ missed, reevaluated the moments they__ been led astray, and tiptoed over possible theories as to how they__ been duped.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It__ a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don__ see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

The tiniest mite has an inner life of which we can know nothing.

Oh my God," Mrs. McIntire screamed. She'd dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. "Neely!" Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter's name over and over. "She's going to be fine, sweetie," he kept saying. I really wanted to believe him. "Is she on the other side?" I paced the shore. I couldn't see anything except a piece of driftwood lying at the water's edge. "I don't see her." Mr. McIntire didn't answer, only pointed across the rolling water. A log had washed up on the shore. It looked like maybe the water had rubbed all the bark off and left a naked, saturated trunk behind. "Tell me where she is." Aggravated, I stared until my eyes blurred with stress. "All I see is a damn log." "Son," Sheriff Mills said from behind me. "That ain't a log.

I am looking forward to fully understanding what is occurring. Other than the fact that we are well over a century in my future__f it is MY future; in America, in an underground government facility of some sort near the Colorado Rocky Mountains, specifically Pikes Peak, so I assume the nearest city of any import to be Colorado Springs_I am afraid I have little grasp of your project.__Sherlock Holmes

You are a unique and beautiful expression of the mysterious gift of life and creation.

It's okay to be honest about not knowing rather than spreading falsehood. While it is often said that honesty is the best policy, silence is the second best policy.

As an instinct told her which way to turn, her wisdom told her that it will be a long path to manifest.

Every man who begets a free act projects his personality into the infinite. If he gives a poor man a penny grudgingly, that penny pierces the poor man__ hand, falls, pierces the earth, bores holes in suns, crosses the firmament and compromises the universe. If he begets an impure act, he perhaps darkens thousands of hearts whom he does not know, who are mysteriously linked to him, and who need this man to be pure as a traveller dying of thirst needs the Gospel__ draught of water. A charitable act, an impulse of real pity sings for him the divine praises, from the time of Adam to the end of the ages; it cures the sick, consoles those in despair, calms storms, ransoms prisoners, converts the infidel and protects mankind

Oh, I can't explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I daresay, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life.

Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.

Alice will always be a beautiful mystery. It is one I am content not to solve.I can love her now in her lovely darkness." -Amalia Milthorpe

I only swing for one girl. But if she's into a certain kind of kink, who am I to deny her such pleasantries?"~ Luke Wagner

One more cockeyed optimist thrown under the reality bus.

Expansion of character is connected to expansion of destiny.