#myster

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. ↗

— William Styron

#experience #gray #horror #induced #mysteriously

I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I have looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life. ↗

— Leni Riefenstahl

#depths #each #experienced #feel #heart

The intersection of pork and man was circumscribed with vagueness. Until now sausage was a mysterious world: the fenced-in landscapes of strange, exotic muds, the cloak-and-dagger butchers that veiled their conversations in Old French, the silencing of whole towns upon a nocturnal report of a flying swarm of oinks, the secret herbs and spices involved in the intestinal displacement before my screen. My own sacred art suddenly stirred a sense of understanding in me as to why pig farmers were so reluctant to explain their missing bicuspids to outsiders: sausage could not have effects. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#mystery #sausage #secret-society #art

Personally I like the English style better. It is not quite so brittle, and the people as a rule, just wear clothes and drink drinks. There is more sense of background, as if Cheesecake Manor really existed all around and not just the part the camera sees; there are more long walks over the Downs and the characters don’t all try to behave as if they had just been tested by MGM. The English may not always be the best writers in the world, but they are incomparably the best dull writers. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#murder-mysteries #art

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #travel #art

If there was a day of the week I could skip it would be Monday. Clients had too much time to think and worry over a long weekend and by Monday they were often riddled with fear and anxiety. ↗

— Stan Turner

#murder-mystery #stock-market-crash #wortd-war-ii-art-thefts #art

The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim and fired. ↗

— Teresa Flavin

#art #history #mystery #young-adult #art

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. ↗

— Beth Fantaskey

#mystery #beauty

Either you're going to shoot us or you're not. The ball always lands on red or black, never both. ↗

— V. Alexander

#mystery #suspense #trouble-is-her-business #business

It had been a little over a year since the last murder; moreover it had been a year since I had run as quickly as legally possible from whom I had been. It had taken almost that long to become a legal adult, get the money straightened out and get my name changed. Who was Abigail? Who was Vera? I felt as though I was neither person. I felt like I wasn’t a person at all anymore. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-suspense #ya-thriller #change