#myst

Jumping to conclusions is like playing with damp gunpowder: both likely to go off in wrong direction. ↗

— Charlie Chang

#humour #myster #change

The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime, the more obvious, as a rule, is the motive. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#mystery #motivational

No second chances in the land of a thousand dances, the valley of ten million insanities. ↗

— Ry Cooder

#murder-mystery #music #music

In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of consideration, I am getting beyond that. What about the sunflowers? What about The tulips, and the pines? Listen, all you have to do is start and There’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water Slipping over rocks? And speaking of stones, what about The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats So secret, so hidden it may take years Before, finally, you hear them? ↗

— Mary Oliver

#mystery #nature #poetry #praying #nature

There's a large strain of irony in our human affairs... Interwoven with our affairs is this wonderful spirit of irony which prevents us from ever being utterly and irretrievably serious, from being unaware of the mysterious nature of our existence. ↗

— Malcolm Muggeridge

#mystery #nature

I can't be easy. It's not my nature. But it's my nature to love you. ↗

— Iris Johansen

#mystery-suspense #love

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#enchanting #haze #island #june #mysterious

Payne sought clarification. “Vertical or horizontal?” “Horizontal, of course.” “Sorry but I can’t help you.” “Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily is what rings a bell. Didn’t we go to school with an Emily? Tenth or eleventh grade, if I recall it correctly. ↗

— Ed Lynskey

#crime-fiction #mystery #romance #suspense #thriller

The Shadow-maker shapes forever. ↗

— Lafcadio Hearn

#philosophy #religion #religion

That was the trouble with formulating a system: what could you do but repeat it? ↗

— Peter Washington

#belief-system #madame-blavatsky-s-baboon #mystic #mysticism #religion