Quotes About Secret

It's a guilty secret of a lot of writers, as you get older you don't read as much fiction as you used to, mainly because it's like you are deconstructing it all the time.

I grew up watching science fiction with my dad. It was kind of our little secret. It was our bonding time as father and daughter.

Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humor in Heaven.

There was a secret somewhere, but madness was not the key to it.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

This is not for you

You have a case, Holmes? I remarked. The faculty of deduction is certainly contagious, Watson, he answered. It has enabled you to probe my secret. Yes, I have a case. After a month of trivialities and stagnation the wheels move once more.

Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about -- the tiny hole through the roof or the bottom of the box. There's no doubt it's the most versatile of the five elements. It can wash away earth; it can put out fire; it can wear a piece of metal down and sweep it away. Even wood, which is its natural complement, can't survive without being nurtured by water.

Everything comes down to this: the reason for every word I have written and every word I will write. I am recounting my life for you so that you may know this secret without the pain of discovering it: We are unhappy because we think that love is something we require from someone else. Our salvation depends on a simple gesture that is nonetheless the most difficult act we can perform: We must give away the thing we most long for. Not to receive but to give.

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.

for what is not seen is as good as what does not exist.

Big thinks lurks unsaid inside

His mind was full of cupboards, cluttered with secret pleasures.

Yet even the form our creativity takes is often a class issue. Of all the art forms, poetry is the most economical. It is the one which is the most secret, which requires the least physical labor, the least material, and the one which can be done between shifts, in the hospital pantry, on the subway, and on scraps of surplus paper.

May knowledge come to us! What is this secret our heart has understood and yet will not reveal to us, although it seems to beat as if it were endeavoring to tell it?

En la misma época, en una carta a Nechaiev, Bakunin se indignaba por tan descabellada idea: «Nuestro pueblo no es una hoja blanca sobre la que cualquier sociedad secreta puede escribir lo que le parezca bien, como por ejemplo su programa comunista»

Our appetite for the miraculous endures; we continue to want there to be something beyond our ken. We hope to locate the secret powers we didn't know we had, like the ruby slippers Dorothy finds on her feet and that Glinda has to tell her how to work. Where women are concerned, it is preferable that those powers manifest only when crisis strikes; the best heroine is the accidental one.

The Mysteries are teachings that cannot be grasped by the intellect alone, but only by the deep mind made accessible in trance. They may be conveyed by an object—a shaft of wheat, as in the Eleusinian Mysteries—by a key phrase, or symbol. The secret itself may be meaningless when out of context: only within the framework of the ritual does it take on its illuminating power.

I was at a very select gathering in a hunting lodge in Leicestershire. How the devil she knew where to find me I really don't like to think. It's a sad day when one can't even escape to a select, supposedly secret orgy without having one's mother summon one—without a verbal blink.

And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

?i m-a s?rutat. A fost genul de s?rut despre care n-aÈ™ putea s? le vorbesc niciodat? prietenilor mei. A fost genul de s?rut care m-a f?cut s? È™tiu c? n-am fost niciodat? atât de fericit? în toat? viaÈ›a mea.

It was a stolen type of kiss.

The Crusaders lead to the Knights Templar; the Knights Templar lead to the Masons; and the Masons lead to the Shriners, a secret society that controls world government, toys with our banking system, and single-handedly keeps the fez industry afloat.

Beneath the skin of everything is something nobody can know.