Quotes About Veiled

They hid it obviously.

Obnubilated," according to Enoch Root—a word that had forced everyone to go to their dictionaries. It meant "hidden under clouds.

ignoti et quasi occulti, which means 'unknown and partly hidden

I want to keep a mysterious side to me. I want to keep a mysterious side to me.

And those that there are tend to be so deep in the closet you could mistake them for a clothes hanger.

That is for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.-Damon Salvatore

She had seen those eyes dark with brooding anger and cold as ice, she'd seen his gaze veiled like a spiderweb and shattering like a gate under pressure. But she'd never seen them as they were now. Full of wondering joy and disbelief, and an almost frightened awe.

I cannot fight an enemy whose face is hidden.

Chang despised authority on principle, for even when veiled by the rubric of practical necessity or the weight of tradition he could not see institutional power as anything but an expression of arbitrary personal will, and it galled him profoundly.

A mystery is not something that cannot be known, but something that for the time being is hidden.

obscuris vera involvens:

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

This core of darkness could go anywhere, for no one saw it.

Blind, blind, blind . . .

Neutrality is in actuality veiled agnosticism or unbelief—a failure to walk in Christ, an obscuring of Christian commitment and distinctives, a suppression of the truth (cf. Rom. 1:21, 25).

and the world's possibilities were hidden from her like the west bank of the river in an autumn fog.

Of course, immortality of the soul-- the bare soul, cleansed of any personality traces-- is rarely what is desired in the yearning for immortality... More often what one intends to preserve is a public personage, a permanently veiled selfhood.

some with plywood hiding his name.

I stay hidden. I'm sort of hard to find.

At best, the natural good-nature is edged with complaint or has changed into sullenness and gloom. And now and then it blazes forth in veiled but hot anger.

The gaudy colouring with which she veiled her unhappiness afforded as little real comfort as the gay uniform of the soldier when it is drawn over his mortal wound.

What's inside is inside for a reason. What's hidden is hidden for a reason. What's buried is buried for a reason.

Course you can't fucking see, buddy, it's darker than a nun's virgin anus down here.

The secret is like the faceless and odorless sin of death.