I'm afraid our sun is nothing like whatever defined.
Toba BetaI was its skin, its movement, its shape, its god, its creator, its destroyer. And you thought Dexter was bad. The Bridgeman arrives soon.
Catherine AstolfoTags: fiction mystery crime-fiction dexter
My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. “Viktor, what?
Gwenn WrightTags: romance dark secrets mystery gothic thriller viktor family-saga von-strassenberg bluestocking-girl gwenn-wright
He knew by heart every last minute crack on its surface. He had made maps of the ceiling and gone exploring on them; rivers, islands, and continents. He had made guessing games of it and discovered hidden objects; faces, birds, and fishes. He made mathematical calculations of it and rediscovered his childhood; theorems, angles, and triangles. There was practically nothing else he could do but look at it. He hated the sight of it.
Josephine TeyThe basements of the churches I've loved reveal the foundation of the spiritual life to be not belief so much as engagement with the mystery lurking at the base of all things. We build a framework on top of mystery because we need someplace to live, some manner of surviving nature's fury and our mundane daily needs.
Elizabeth Jarrett AndrewTags: church mystery basements
I was sitting at the bar of the Hegira that night when Ginny came in. The barkeep, an ancient sad-eyed patriarch named Jose, had just poured me another drink, and I was having one of those rare moments any serious drunk can tell you about. A piece of real quiet. Jose's cheeks bristled because he didn't shave very often, and his apron was dingy because it didn't get washed very often, and his fingernails had little crescents of grime under them. The glass he poured for me wasn't all that clean. But the stuff he poured was golden-amber and beautiful, like distilled sunlight, and it made the whole place soothing as sleep—which drunks know how to value because they don't get much of it.
Stephen R. DonaldsonTags: mystery
Life: It is better not to wrap philosophy around such an inconceivable evolving beautiful mystery. If based on perception, alone; whatever the conclusion - it is still guessing.
T.F. HodgeTags: wisdom life perception philosophy fate mystery destiny quotes beautiful conclusion guessing
All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father’s home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out
behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in.
Tags: dance mystery thriller ya teen midwest saga von-strassenberg bluestocking-girl gwenn-wright st-louis william-drexler
"One cannot be a mother without first being a person; family, husband, and children should not be allowed, as is so often the case, to steal a woman’s selfhood and her dreams."
Mother to Sherlock, Mycroft, and Enola Holmes by author Nancy Springer
Tags: mystery drama thriller detective intrigue priviate-investigator
We men are fascinated by the things we don't really understand. It gives us something to think and talk about: like females, they drive us nuts.
Criss JamiTags: humor men women relationships curiosity funny understanding affection mystery conversation fascination wondering funny-but-true sense-of-humor females nuts intrigue males punch-line punchline
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