mystery

Life has its enigmatic events, that can make it a mystery, or my misery. It all depends on how I view it.

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

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

Every chaos has an order hidden in it. What we see as a chaos, is actually driven by a very disciplined and dedicated order of things. What we need to do is focus on the stuff before us, make our way through this chaos, and that order will sort itself out for us

I'm old, but I'm not good enough to be jaded.

If it's any consolation, Princess, I think he's a supercilious, salacious sap.""You've been reading the dictionary!""My only hope of comprehending your conversation, my petite sesquipedalian.

So, you think your coffee-addicted mother is amusing._ She pushed at his shoulder. ____l get even with you. I__l show your naked baby pictures to your girlfriend._ ~ Chapter 9 The Truth and Nothing but Lies

You__e a mystery the way a sacrament is a mystery.

I believe the Lord has chosen me to spread His word through my words and who am I to question His plans for me?

Getting the poison to them is more difficult than it should be. I cannot just slip it into their food, they eat with the rest of the household, and as much as I dislike everyone here, I am not willing to poison them all. At least not yet.

Have you checked your ass out lately? It__ pretty dang distracting, darling._ ~ Gunner Wilson

Do you want to run away by dying? Or to live and accept the challenge? - Ciel Phantomhive

People who think nothing could go wrong are usually disappointed.

Well, sir to say that when the impossible has been eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth, is to make the assumption, usually justified, that everything that is to be considered has indeed been considered. Let us suppose we have considered ten factors. Nine are clearly impossible. Is the tenth, however improbable, therefore true? What if there were an eleventh factor, and a twelfth, & a thirteenth...

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 traveler 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

When you're writing a whodunit, the dead body is the most important character. It's the pivot point around which the plot spins.

I, myself, love complications and mystery which I didn't notice that I had become one.

The trouble with being patient is that eventually you get tired of it.