339 Quotes About Mystery-suspense

I know how to look after myself; I have the money to buy whatever I need. Neither of these things is any protection for the raw wound that is grief, and this man sat like a sack of sharp salt in the middle of the only safe place I knew.

I stood behind him for nearly a minute-close enough to smell the familar bitter hint of coffee grounds-before he jerked around and whipped off his shades.

Aud rhymes with shroud.

His forehead glistened. He knew me, what I might do if he pushed too hard. Something was so important to him that he thought it was worth the risk; I would have to hurt him or listen.

In the dim light, surrounded by swirls of sweet hash smoke, she was as clear as a cut-glass figurine.

My face looked like a picture of someone else. I turned this way and that. No, more like a picture of a rock after some vandal has ripped off its decades-old layer of moss and soil, and the bare stone is revealed.

I learnt that pain is only a message. You can choose to ignore the message. Your body can do a great deal more than it wants you to know.

Her skin felt marvellously alive beneath mine. We moved back and forth, and my belly warmed, and I knew hers warmed, too, as we revolved around the gym and each other, a planet and each other, a planet and its satellite turning about the sun.

The briefcase was old, worn and comfortable. It spoke of a real person with a real life, real feelings.