Quotes About Concealed

She had lived on in the Crimea by the grace of God, as she supposed, but partly no doubt also because of the Spanish surname bequeathed by her late husband, a jolly Jewish dentist with vices which were minor but not insignificant, and virtues which were great but meticulously concealed.

O olho do homem serve de fotografia ao invisível, como o ouvido serve de eco ao silêncio.

You never know what someone is dealing with behind closed doors. You only know what you see or what you think you see.

Life is hidden in a day and a day is hidden in life.

Reverence awakens in the soul a sympathetic power through which we attract qualities in the beings around us, which would otherwise remain concealed.

The worst kind of brokenness is the kind that you don't know you have.

What is a secret wish? It is what you want but cannot ask.

Their own life together was like a subtle watercolor sketch, invisible to other people. They gave the world what it required of them and for the rest of the time were content to be forgotten.

How remarkable we are in our ability to hide things from ourselves - our conscious minds only a small portion of our actual minds, jellyfish floating on a vast dark sea of knowing and deciding.

È quasi impossibile rendere il senso della vera tristezza; è una creatura degli abissi che non può mai comparire alla vista.

Because this, for better or worse, is exactly where the truth lies--at the intersection of the forgotten and the ignored, in the neighborhood of all we have tried to forget.

Just because a person isn't talking about something doesn't mean it's not on their mind. Often, in fact, it's why they won't speak of it.

With a little luck, you discover that the people in your life, permanently placed, are able to follow your innermost, deeply concealed motives.

The source of all misery lies concealed within me, as the source of all happiness did formerly.

This sally somewhat nettled Wilhelm; but he concealed his sentiments, remembering that Werner used to listen with composure to his apostrophes.

I have never done anything in my life that did not have a purpose, usually hidden, sometimes even from myself.

I looked at the people playing, walking, loafing, hurrying, or sauntering across the little park in front of us. How many terrible stories were there, just there in front of me, never to be spoken?

In forming an estimate of sins, we are often imposed upon by imagining that the more hidden the less heinous they are.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more if future fortunes were known before!

Underneath the reality in which we live and have our being, another altogether different reality lies concealed.

Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

But not all scars showed, did they?

A veces me pregunto dónde se habrá desvanecido. En el fondo del mar. Dentro de una grieta o en una galería subterránea cuya existencia sólo ella conoce. En una vieja bañera repleta de un potente ácido. Dentro de un foso carbonero de otros tiempos, de esos a los que dedicaba tantas palabras. En la cripta de una pequeña iglesia de montaña abandonada. En una de las tantas dimensiones que nosotros todavía no conocemos.