Quotes About Veiled

this point I could not show myself, of course, or all would

Simply put, dramatic irony is when a person makes a harmless remark, and someone else who hears it knows something that makes the remark have a different, and usually unpleasant, meaning. For instance, if you were in a restaurant and said out loud, "I can't wait to eat the veal marsala I ordered," and there were people around who knew that the veal marsala was poisoned and that you would die as soon as you took a bite, your situation would be one of dramatic irony.

HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE.

Book of Job: 'There is a path which no fowl knoweth and which the eye of the vulture hath not seen.

Ma che faccia che hai, sembri uno che ha un urgente bisogno di essere sepolto.

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There is a hidden world behind the one we all see. For all of us.

arrived veiled, as compared to 639 the previous fall. Chirac ordered that the hundredth anniversary

Stars are like animals in the wild. We may see the young but never the actual birth, which is a veiled and secret event.

We're all ghosts here, you just don't look like one yet.

You don't even have to move for everything to become horribly complicated, for things to happen, for there to be anger and iitigation, you only have to breathe in this world, the slightest in-breath or out-breath like the minimum swaying inevitable in all light objects hanging by a thread, our veiled and neutral gaze like the inert oscillation of toy airplanes suspended from a ceiling, and that always end up going into battle because of that minimal tremor or pulsation.

I prefer to remain mysterious.

There's an often-repeated phrase in the hidden

part of the shadows.

There are secrets within secrets, though--always.

It is where the balance quivers, and the proportions are veiled in mist, that the opportunity for world-saving decisions presents itself.

In the night I was asleep,' Christophe says. 'It was some old ghost, I suppose.' 'Surely not,' Riche says. 'I never heard of ghosts that walk in June.' There's something in that. It was the veiled ladies—living women, as far as one knows—who attended him, till dawn came and they faded into the wall. He remembers the dappling of their garments, the streaks of darkness where they had wiped the queen's blood on their robes.

beneath his heavy wool cloak. He does not turn when I

There are so many secrets about our lives we'll never know.

obliquely and delicately,

Invisibility was my favorite state of existence.

the history is there, but it's not visible.

behind the seen lies the immeasurable unseen.

The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.