#myster

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 damned good sport too,' said Tommy. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#romance #marriage

Community begins in mystery and ends in administration. Leaders move away from people and into paper. ↗

— Jean Vanier

#away #begins #community #ends #into

You know, there's that temptation in interviews to make yourself sound - well, to give yourself a bit of mystery. ↗

— Johnny Vegas

#give #interviews #know #make #mystery

You may suppose that perhaps this Walter T. Wallace found his destiny in food and passed down to his progeny a legacy like that of the great Colonel Sanders. The folks here in Wallace County would love to be able to tell you this is so. But no, like their granddaddy, the Wallace men were thievin’ crooks, always with a scheme ready to separate the weak from their hard-earned money. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#murder #mystery #ozarks #southern-lit #suspense

She had her own barometer for knowing when a man was getting too close: as soon as he felt comfortable enough to help himself to something in her refrigerator, he was history. ... Filching leftover was simply too domestic for her to stomach. A man might as well say, "I'm hungry and I'm taking your food, woman." First he'd be foraging for food in the fridge, next he'd be expecting her to cook for him, replace buttons on his shirt, and give up her job to have babies that looked like him. ↗

— Stephanie Bond

#mystery #romance #food

Of all the means I know to lead men, the most effectual is a concealed mystery. ↗

— Adam Weishaupt

#effectual #i #know #lead #means

The thing I wonder about is where does Brian's creative spark come from? Not his subjects or anything, but his spark. What makes it so great for me is that I really don't know. There's a mystery behind Brian, even to me. ↗

— Dennis Wilson

#anything #behind #brian #come #creative

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

— Oscar Wilde

#mystery #true #visible #world

What am I to God? Nothing, a murky shadow. My passage on this earth is too rapid to leave any traces; it counts for nothing in space or in time. God really doesn't pay any attention to us, so even if he exists, it's as if he didn't. My form of atheism, however, leads inevitably to an acceptance of the inexplicable. Mystery is inseparable from chance, and our whole universe is a mystery. Since I reject the idea of a divine watchmaker (a notion even more mysterious than the mystery it supposedly explains), then I must consent to live in a kind of shadowy confusion. And insofar as no explication, even the simplest, works for everyone, I've chosen my mystery. At least it keeps my moral freedom intact. ↗

— Luis Buñuel

#atheist #existence #god #mystery #freedom

In almost every thriller, a point is reached when someone, usually calling from a phone booth, telephones with a vital piece of information, which he cannot divulge by phone. By the time the hero arrives at the place where they had arranged to meet, the caller is dead, or too near death to tell. There is never an explanation for the reluctance of the caller to impart his message in the first place. Certainly, the convention existed well before the age of the tape recorder and the wiretap. Not on the phone, in a spy or mystery story, has always been, in and of itself, sufficient to hold up the resolution of the case for a long, long time. ↗

— Renata Adler

#age