Quotes About Secret

But I liked it, as if his words were a secret. A thing that looked like a stone, but inside was a seed. […] I was nothing, a stone.

I'll let you in on a little secret: your heart is made for the kingdom of God. This might be the most important thing anyone will ever tell you about yourself: your heart only thrives in one habitat, and that safe place is called the kingdom of God.

I needed a new mystery.

It is not try but trust." That is the secret of Christ's salvation; that is the secret of Christ's healing. It is not trying to get healed. It is trusting Him for it, and believing Him when He says He will do it, and the mind relaxes and the soul comes to rest.

Through a door concealed in the paneling, they entered Mary's bedroom on the floor above.

The heart is a secret with its Maker; no one on earth can hope to get at it or to touch it.

It was a sound like someone trying not to make a sound.

Debating his directives only wasted time and made her look bad. It was the secret of advancement in the service: Always be on the side of what is going to happen anyway.

The War Is Not Over. The second Death Star is destroyed. The Emperor and his powerful enforcer, Darth Vader, are rumored to be dead. The Galactic Empire is in chaos. Across the galaxy, some systems celebrate, while in others Imperial factions tighten their grip. Optimism and fear reign side by side. And while the Rebel Alliance engages the fractured forces of the Empire, a lone Rebel scout uncovers a secret Imperial meeting…

The war's military organization was an innocently conceived social society founded by a group, of bored veterans around Christmas 1865. In a law office in Pulaski, Tennessee, the veterans had created a secret fraternity called the Kuklos, after the Greek word for circle. Someone had added clan to reflect the area's Scotch-Irish heritage, and the whole thing had been transmuted

The most beautiful experience in the world is the experience of the mysterious.

I will never let him know those tears I cried were for him.

I am independent but secretly I love being taken care of and spoiled. I think every woman does.

The secret to inner strength is being able to replicate moments of success so there is a predictable outcome.

I Love You. That's my secret. No hearts, no pretty drawings. No poems or cryptic messages...I Love You.

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," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. "I swear it," he echoed.

Nunca te dejan ser famoso y feliz. Voy a contarte un secreto. - Dime - Yo voy a ser el primero. Júralo. - ¿Por qué yo? - Porque tu eres la razón.

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 eybrow. '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.

Name one hero who was happy you can't, I can't, I know. They never let you be famous AND happy. Ill tell you a secret Tell me Im going to be the first.. Swear it why me because your the reason.. swear it I swear it

Perhaps death is a metaphor to remind us of a secret of life we failed to notice.

There must be a secret. There must be an ongoing secret for love to remain a surprise and a gift.

Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume, my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. — Mahmoud Darwish, from "Sonnet V," The Butterfly's Burden (Copper Canyon Press, August 1, 2006)

What was in her retracted, slipped out easy as a snake shedding its skin.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.