Quotes About Concealment

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...

Only two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Don't ask me how I am,' I blurt. 'Please.' I want to keep feeling good. Just because the lights are on doesn't mean I have to look.

He wanted to believe nothing had happened, that their night on the river ended like any other night.

But who am I if I'm not Janie the bulimic? Bulimia has become so much a part of me that I can't remember what it felt like not to purge. It's been this secret that I have hidden from my parents and my friends (well, except for Nancy) and the rest of the world. It's the way I can let off the pressure of always feeling like I'm not smart enough, I'm not thin enough, not pretty enough, not funny enough, just plain not enough enough.

Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.

I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real

Maybe I'd just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

But I'm kind of used to being invisible

A ver, ¿qué hay que ponerse para cortar con alguien? ¿Negro, de luto? ¿O algo colorido y alegre, para distraerlos de su dolor? ¿O mejor algo de camuflaje, que te ayude a desaparecer rápidamente en caso de que no se lo tomen bien?

I could pretend otherwise, pushing it out of sight and hopefully out of mind. But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

The thing about Whitney, I said, is that she was always really private. So you never knew if anything was wrong with her.

I'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses, you know, are so indicatitve of that. I mean, they're worn by some people to hide themselves. But they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there.

Pensé en todo lo que fue lavado una y otra vez. Hacemos este tipo de revoltijos en esta vida, tanto por accidente como a propósito. Pero limpiar la superficie realmente no hace que nada mejore. Solo enmascara lo que está por debajo. Es sólo cuando realmente cavas en lo profundo, que vas a lo subterráneo, que puedes ver quién eres realmente.

People will tell you what they want you to know.

I was used to being invisible. People rarely saw me, and if they did, they never looked close.

I was drowning in broad daylight and no one could tell.