47 Novel(s) Related To Sherlock Quotes

Do you remember that? "Yes," She nodded. "I barely knew you back then." "I think I may have found Tina's drop of water," said Sherlock Holmes. "What do you mean by that?" "It's a long story, Sandra. You're very tired. I'm knackered. We both need more sleep than we need to keep on talking long into the night. We have all day Monday, and Tuesday as well, for that matter. We can't bring Tina Davis back from the grave by staying up tonight. Let's go to bed. It's getting late."

' "Heh, 'Being in this kind of environment' , 'men paying to stare at me with intrigue all day'? Well guess who is doing all of that, Sherlock!" [||2%.......] ⬇⬇⬇ {We are definitely dead, see you in the system space!} It said and poofed away. 'Come back here you snitch!' "..." "Heh, i'd ask you one question before I leave, you've got a pretty sharp mouth it wouldn't be hard to answer one question would it?" Zhi Ruo didn't reply, she simply threw her face sideways, sticking her nose in the air.

“Were you the one growling a few seconds ago?” “No, that's not me,” he snapped too quickly. “My wolf was just… reacting to...” “To what exactly? That's my detestable attitude, right?” He didn’t laugh as I expected him to. Not even a blink was spared. He just stood there, staring straight at me. “What, you can't speak now?” I asked. “Something’s different this time, please.” “Wow, good to hear. Congratulations, darling Sherlock.” His voice remained serious.“Your scent did it for me.”

“You have to follow the plan to the very last detail; if not, it won’t work.” “Whoa, whoa whoa, calm down, little Sherlock. And quit being bossy,” he snapped. “Excuse me?” “You heard me, stop being a bossy ass bitch. You’re not some prime minister or president’s daughter. Watch your tone.” I couldn’t believe my ears. How dare he insult me. Angrily, I moved to smack my heels on his shoe again, but he was quick and calculating as he shifted his leg away from my heels. I tried to hit him with my purse, but he held my hand in place.

“A memorial diamond? Who is this idiot Liam? Is he a film director? Because these kinds of baseless stories can only be told by them. Send Sophia to me and safeguard your life. Otherwise I have many other sources to get her to my house. You will also lose your life for nobody’s gain. So be a smart man and….” Saul did not allow him to complete his sentence. “Sophia will not risk her life and give her kidney to a rogue like you who killed thousands of people for his selfish gain. You're not a national leader or a social reformer who needs to be saved putting other people's life at risk. Leave about Sophia, I will see nobody donates you their organs. Have you ever done anything good in this world? You are a bloody national delinquent. Your sins have borne their fruit. Result? Nature is taking you away.” “Enough!” Sherlock’s voice resonated between the silent walls. “So you won't take my friendly talk into consideration. Wait till my hands reach you.”

LUKE MATTHEW “WHAT ON EARTH are you saying? That is preposterous! Don’t give me this kind of disagreeable information.” “But why, Miss Cake? Is the young detective afraid of the truth now? Didn’t your father tell you that when you have eliminated all which is impossible—” “—then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. I KNOW, DOCTOR! And it isn’t Dad; it’s from The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes.”

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

“Listen to me, don’t you ever step into this floor again unless you want to lose your life and meet with your parents in wherever hellhole that they are right now, and do not think that my son would ever come to you, he has a mate now and you are nothing but garbage that he had disposed of. You disgust him as much as you disgust me” he spat making it clear to her, he made sure that she was hurt by his words. Livey listened to the harsh words Sherlock said while struggling for her life, he didn’t bulge when she was at the verge of passing out not even when tears rolled from her eyes. “Was this it, was this the end of her life” She had never expected that she would die this way. Sherlock released her and she fell to the ground, her feet felt numb and she couldn’t stand up,

He’s perspiring buckets when he asked again, “Sir, what happened there?” And like the 17 times he asked, 17 times there wasn’t any reply. That happened a few times before, so Bright didn’t really attribute that to anything rather other than him having found out some really critical information. Bright waited patiently minding his inaudible Ps and Qs to not overstep the mark secured by a portcullis guarding his Sherlockian mind palace. After a few moments more of Bright camping the premises, the hydraulic winches started releasing the drawbridge to what August was envisioning.

Sherlock on the other hand tried doing the same thing, trying to free himself from the shackles. "That won't work, I recommend you just sit down and wait patiently for your punishment." Victor's cold voice interrupted their foolishness and that was when they noticed their surroundings. They saw Jordan and their jaws dropped. "What the fûck are you doing here?!" Sherlock shouted in shock while Xavier looked dumbfounded. "Are you scared to see your accomplice, pest?" Victor mocked and Sherlock's head snapped to his direction. "Who the fûck are you calling a pest?! Untie me right now and we will see if you can still talk." He said arrogantly and Victor scoffed.

Sherlock Holmes** is a fictional character created by Scottish Author and Physician, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a graduate of the University of Edinburgh Medical School. He is a London-based “consulting detective” whose abilities border on the fantastic. Holmes is known for his astute logical reasoning, his ability to adapt almost any disguise, and his use of forensic science to solve difficult cases.

“When the mouth eats, the nose taste the food first. Mouth by itself cannot taste much. Like this, if you have weak perception, you cannot penetrate to the deeper meaning. Is like cutting off your nose. Keeping your senses blunt. Maybe you don’t want to taste the truth. Afraid of deeper forces. You walk a dangerous path. Like a blind man on a cliff. Only if you feel the wind, do you step right . . . You have been in danger today.” I remember dangling from the roof and my stomach lurches. But hey, this is all mumbo jumbo. “No shit, Sherlock,” I say with a grin. Lily Lao laughs and I can’t help joining her. When it peters out, I decide to go for broke. Why not? This is all pretty opaque, and maybe it’s part of her long con to make clients restless for something concrete, but I go for it anyway and throw her a bone to focus the conversation. I’m still thinking the best I can do here is steal a glimpse of what my handlers are up to, so I tell her straight up: “I’m looking for someone. Will I find him?”

“But we’re not leaving them any clues and how can they work out what really happened if we don’t actually know ourselves.” “Look, it’s like Sacheverell Sitwell said . . . ” “Not this old quote again, you got that from Cold Hand in Mine. I read Aickman too you know.” “Good for you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t bear repeating. ‘In the end it is the mystery that lasts and not the explanation.’” “Why can’t we just have a proper ending for once?”

Okay. "Why are they here?" I asked in awe as we pass by different sections. "To train, sherlock." He snapped. I glared at the back of his head and gritted my teeth. "Why the 'fudge' are you pissed with me?" "Why the 'fudge' are you annoying me?" He mocks me. We continued walking straight ahead, we passed through this metal tunnel, and a lot of sections. "I can't believe that you're a Sanders." I heard him whispered.

she breathed out, "He said his last words to me. 'Hey kiddo, remember lollipops and lilies, remember it properly and don't do anything stupid okay?'" I blinked, trying to keep my eyes on the road, instead of pulling her into my lap and showering kisses on her face. "Lollipops and what?" "Lilies." She filled in. I waited, patiently waiting for her to elaborate but after a few seconds and not another word from her. I twisted my lips with annoyance. What am I, Sherlock Holmes? "Lollipops and lilies, hmm? Let's see... oh... okay. No, nope still not making any sense."

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. By your rules, I don’t think i’m meant to be anywhere other than my room” His eyes darkened immediately, and boy oh boy did I soon realize that I should never have said that.

And she had probably also double-checked the result and made sure that there was no other possible interpretation. He bit down on his lip. No use denying it now. Because, as much as he wanted to find one, there was no other plausible explanation! “Great, Sherlock Holmes,” he said dryly, “I guess you just solved the mystery then.”

“You ever kill someone with this exact model?” “Yes.” “Cool. Just wanted to confirm I’m holding death in my palm.” I didn’t flinch. “You’re holding a tool. Same as a scalpel. It depends on the hands it’s in.” She snorted. “You sound like Batman.” “Is that a compliment?” “It’s an observation.” “Your hands are trembling.” “No shit, Sherlock.” I stepped behind her slowly, careful not to startle her, and placed my hands over hers. Gently. Patiently. I guided her fingers into the proper grip.

“More like fucking parasites.” She laughed, unbothered. “You know, you swear a lot.” I deadpanned. “No fucking shit, Sherlock.” She laughed again. “Wow. Remind me never to get on your bad side.” “You’re already on it.” She just smiled wider. Somehow, she didn’t take me seriously. “Good thing I like a challenge.” I sighed as I began twirling my noodles like they’d wronged me. The worst part of this lunch was, against my will and better judgment, I felt… almost relaxed.

"Did you just see a ghost, or is the floor sticky?" "Nothing," I muttered, my voice rougher than usual, my cheeks heating up. I was suddenly, mortifyingly aware that I had probably been staring at him with the wide-eyed, vacant intensity of an absolute lunatic. "You are definitely new," she confirmed, a definite smirk playing on her lips, her eyes tracing the exact path my own had just taken. I rolled my eyes dramatically, trying to regain my composure and the brittle shield of sarcasm. "Thanks for the insight, Sherlock. I appreciate your expert deductive skills."