339 Quotes About Mystery-suspense

The troll lives in his bones and walks abroad wearing his skin, even under the sun.

When everything shows down and my muscles are hot and strong, and the blood beats in my veins like champagne I feel this vast delight. Everything is beautiful and precious, and so clear. Light gets this bluish tinge and I feel like a hummingbird among elephants, untouchable.

Violence feels good. It’s so simple and clear. There’s no mistaking the winner. I like it, but I avoid going there, going to the blue place, because I think I could get lost, not find my way back, I wouldn’t want to find my back because it’s seductive.

I breathed in the scent of cloudberry and violet and warm woman.

The people who built these churches understood wood, and they were not in a hurry.

All the things that make you you, your clarity and solidity and certainty, come from this. You can actually reach out and touch your past. It’s in the wood, in the cold, clear water of the fjord and the hard rock of the mountain. And the wood and the fjord and the mountain are in you, clear and strong and massive.” She looked at me then, reached out to trace the line of my cheekbone, my nose, my jaw. “Aud, Aud, Aud.

I stood there for a long time after he bumped his way over the turf and down the track, until the smell of his exhaust had faded into the trees and soil, and I could hear nothing but the buds. The air smelled like rain.

Julia stood and they shook hands in that brittle Southern girl-girl squeeze of limp fingers; the one that says, When did they start letting people like you in? Dornan, of course, noticed none of this. His world was full of Tammy, his girl, his fiancée, the light of his life.

Efficient punch of button with terrifying red nail followed by professional smile at us.