Quotes About Secret

Summertime! And summertime in my early twenties! And in love! No, better than that - secretly in love, coddling it up in myself. It's an odd feeling, coming rarely more than once in most of our lifetimes. In books, as often as not, they represent it as a sort of anguish but it wasn't so for me. Later perhaps, but not then.

So long as you drank publicly, not secretly, you weren't a drunk.

All this searching and longing for the secret of being a good man, and all I needed to do was follow the example of one very good woman.

Going There Of course it was a disaster. The unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The danger when we try to leave. Going over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and cheated, certainly. Still, for that little while, we visited our possible life.

It's as simple as something that nobody knows.

All human language draws its nature and value from the fact that it both comes from the Word of God and is chosen by God to manifest himself. But this relationship is secret and incomprehensible, beyond the bounds of reason and analysis.

The government knew a secret that the American public didn't: the numbers of border crossers were down, across the board. Maybe the fence, maybe the harsh new atmosphere

Diré cómo nacisteis, placeres prohibidos, Como nace un deseo sobre torres de espanto

Não conte a ninguém, mas descobri, a bolha de sabão é o amor

The only secret people keep is 'Immortality', Dickinson once said. Immortality is the mystery at the core of her story.

Serena walked off campus and when she was sure no one was watching, she headed down a side street, then ran over to La Brea. Stanton's car was parked in from of Pink's hot dog stand. Its sleek black metal reflected the late afternoon sun. He glanced up and smiled in recognition. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms tenderly around her. She pressed against him, enjoying his gentle touch. Then he kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him, her eyes now unguarded. "Ready?

I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places … In the most unlikely places I will bless your efforts and reward your perseverance with small indications of your victory.

Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak.

Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak. That's not love. That's manipulation.

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty [Whose power no foe can withstand]. (Psalm 91:1 AMPC)

Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak. That's not love. That's manipulation. And it's all so unrealistic.

Two words that characterize misplaced worship or lust are secret excess.

It's a little underwhelming," Reese muttered to Irine once they'd both made it up. "I don't know." The tigraine swept her gaze over the narrow, craggy cave. "I think it looks just right for a secret entrance. Not too ostentatious or anything." Reese

E)very soul requires secret places for contemplation as well as open spaces for celebration.

It is truly a marvel, but I tell you, hatred and love may live cramped together, crouching in the same heart. There are many secret chambers in our hearts where love can hide and many battlements where hate can stand, watching for enemies.

She says that she held on to the memory as if it were a touchstone, something that could anchor her. She knows, has always believed, that there is a secret that has coloured her life, her childhood. In the last few months, she has felt as if, day by day, she is losing her footing. There are fissures, openings, that she no longer knows how to cover over.

Big Mother walked home from the bus station, through the rowdy twilit streets, and the novel in her bag gave her a pleasant, illusory calm, as if she were leaving a secret meeting and the documents she carried could bring down systems, countries, lies and corruption.

Name one hero who was happy." "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it." "I swear it

Name one hero who was happy. You can't.' 'I can't.' 'I know. They never let you be famous and happy. I'll tell you a secret.' 'Tell me.' 'I'm going to be the first. Swear it.' 'Why me?' 'Because you're the reason.