Thrillers Mystery Quotes

“Some people are thrilled to have full control of their own lives. Others aren’t comfortable without an authority figure telling them what to do.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“A young life full of possibilities snuffed out meaninglessly.”
― Mark Ellis, The Embassy Murders

“A feeling of kinship is forged through years of shared experiences, not by biological accident.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“The sad part isn’t getting over a loss. It’s far sadder to try to cling to something that’s gone.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“I didn’t train to look fit. That never interested me. I trained to stay capable.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE SUPER

“There was nothing about the morning that suggested it would be anything other than routine. Those were always the days that changed things.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE SUPER

“This wasn’t a place built for convenience. It was built for discretion. For privacy. For control.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE SUPER

“Natalie decided she’d be a brunette today. Part of the fun of being a private eye? Dress up. She kept wigs in her bedroom: short brown hair, long red hair, black curls. There were times an investigator depended on a quick disguise, necessary to dig up details, save her life.”
― Nancy Mangano, Deadly Decisions

“The law didn’t correct itself. It never had. People did.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE SUPER

“Small amounts. Repeated endlessly. Quiet enough to avoid notice unless someone was looking for patterns instead of violations.”
― D.L. Maddox, THE SUPER

“Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost and slumped forward on extended arms. His shoulders jerked and head sagged a little while his heart broke. Old Man cried the mute cry of men of his generation.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Blue Cheer

“I had the strange thought that from now on Samuel would just be a character in someone else’s story. Not a writer anymore. Just material. I suppose that happens to all of us eventually. Someone else picks up the pen.”
― J.K. Franko, What You Let In

“I hate that place and its sorrys. Sorry has never fixed anything. It just bares the wound; it doesn’t bind it.”
― Jenni Howell, Boys with Sharp Teeth

“– De câte ori ai mai folosit replica asta?
– E prima oară. De ce, ți-a plăcut? Să o pun pe listă pentru următoarele mele cuceriri?
„Hei, cum adică? Ce următoare cuceriri?”
– E o replică foarte proastă, zise Freya, după ce mai bău puțin din limonadă.”
― Cristiana Gabriela Pătroi, Sub acoperirea minciunilor

“– Nu ești tu centrul universului! zise ea pe un ton amuzat, pentru a-l readuce cu picioarele pe pământ.
– Ai dreptate, spuse el serios. Pentru că universul ești tu, iar inima ta e centrul. E singurul loc în care vreau să ajung.”
― Cristiana Gabriela Pătroi, Sub acoperirea minciunilor

“Iar eu mă simt înșelată de propriile mele sentimente.”
― Cristiana Gabriela Pătroi, Sub acoperirea minciunilor

“– A câta sunt? întrebă ea, cu privirea într-o parte.
– A câta ce? întrebă el, întorcându-i chipul către el.
– A câta femeie cu care vrei să te culci.
Întrebarea ei păru să îl ia prin surprindere.
– Cu care vreau să mă culc? repetă el. Nu știu, nu le țin evidența.
Răspunsul lui fu precum o săgeată înfiptă direct în inima ei. În mai puțin de câteva ore, toată tandrețea dintre ei avea să dispară. Și el la fel.
– De care vreau să am grijă, prima.”
― Cristiana Gabriela Pătroi, Sub acoperirea minciunilor

“Plângeau amândouă de tristețe, de nervi, de fericire. Plângeau una în brațele celeilalte pentru că, deși oamenilor le este greu să își manifeste emoțiile unul în fața altuia, două persoane care plâng împreună sunt mai fericite decât două persoane care plâng în singurătate.”
― Cristiana Gabriela Pătroi, Sub acoperirea minciunilor

“Ana Terese had never in all her years of captivity and torture felt so powerless, so impotent. Bile rose in her throat and she forced it back down Never again. Never again. In that moment, from deep within, a force began to rise.”
― Elizabeth Worley, Chasing Tropical Ice

“"...I can't explain it to you now ... but I can assure you that you have never done anything wrong."
And she after reading this told me to directly:
"How can I believe that when I feel that I am in love with you?"

From: Avalon wants to be free”
― Franco Vitaliano, Avalon wants to be free

“ ...I can't explain it to you now ... but I can assure you that you never did anything wrong.”
And she, after reading this, said directly to me:
“How can I believe that when I feel that I am in love with you?”

From: Avalon wants to be free”
― Franco Vitaliano, Avalon wants to be free

“Then I will come to my mother by and by”
― William Shakespeare

“I spent my life walking barefoot through the broken glass of my imagination.
From my soon to be released novel, Torment”
― Gypsy McKnight

“I spent my life walking barefoot through the broken glass of my imagination.”
― Gypsy McKnight

“We do not find meaning; it finds us when we are still.”
― David Williams NY, The Umbra Signal: A Cipherlock™ Thriller

“…I think what I fear most isn't loss itself, but the emptiness that follows. The space where something once lived, but now only echoes. I fear meaning slipping through my fingers. I fear becoming a spectator to my own life. Watching the things I love turn to shadows.”
― Roxana M. Rotaru, Chemical Souls

“That's my girl," he said, his voice firm, low, the possessiveness in it a comforting anchor, a promise of unwavering protection.”
― Alexis Marie LaRue, The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights

“The marsh didn't just hold water and mist it held secrets that time refused to bury, waiting for the right voice to call them back up”
― William Fred Weeks, Whispers In The Marsh

“Egypt hides its secrets in stone. I hide mine in shadows.”
― Ghassan Jawhar, The Man Who Vanished: A Psychological Thriller of Invisibility, Obsession, Espionage and Conspiracy

“I had walked through a door he’d simply left open. And I’d done it voluntarily, glass of scotch in hand, thinking I was the one in control.” “The world kept rearranging itself while I wasn’t looking.”
― J.K. Franko, What You Let In