Quotes About Concealment

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad...

There are no things more cruel than truths about ourselves spoken to us by another that are perceived to be at least half true. Left unsaid and hidden we feel they can be changed or eradicated, in time.

I think that each of us inhabits a private world that others cannot see. The only difference between the writer and the reader is that the writer is able to dramatise that private world.

Does he think about us? I wonder. Or does he have a vault in his brain where he locks us, and all the feelings he has for us, away?

Secrets are lies! They're lies!

In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.

and the words were night in the night and we were shadows.

but instead I just felt funny inside. Not funny ha-ha, but funny weird. / I was too sad to deal. I slumped to the ground and became a line. A line! That gave me an idea! / "Oh! You caught us!" I said. I tried to sound really guilty.

Was I unjust, Caroline? but his mention of secresy instantly filled my mind with a supposition that his words wore one form, and his intentions another. I warned him to depart. I told him, I despised concealment; that I had ever scorned to separate my wishes from my acts, or my actions from my words. I said, his caution pointed out my duty. I bade him, as I then thought a final adieu.

did: In the first Place, by making no Person in the World a Confident in it; and in the next, in concealing from Beauplaisir himself the Knowledge who she was; for though she met him three or four Days in a Week, at the Lodging she had taken for that Purpose, yet as much as he employ'd her Time and Thoughts, she was never miss'd from any Assembly she had been accustomed to frequent.

Butter wouldn't have melted my smile, I swear.

Perceval smiled inside, but she would not let her lips curve. No one must see her mirth at an execution-no one except the executed, who would know it without being shown.

She laughed inside, and even let the laughter touch her lips.

He was paying the immemorial price of apprenticeship: things concealed, games of trust.

I let the darkness and the cold within show in my eyes.

Her face was concealed behind a black velvet mask strewn with diamonds, and diamonds gleaned in the candlelight among the gauzy black silk of her veils.

Beyond magic, the trick to going unnoticed is to look like you belong. And magic always works the better when it's assisted with symbolism and a little subterfuge.

Patty felt another blush stain her cheeks as she drew her knees up and, hurrying her feet under her bulk, hid herself in differential equations again.

One does not call down archangels in my city, Detective, if one cares to go unnoticed.

I would back away growling. Wer I not a man. Or the masquerade of one.

I would back away growling. Were I not a man. Or the masquerade of one.

Maybe that was the trade: Stay erased and still and quiet and be invisible and safe. Take an action, claim space, be noticed-and open yourself up to attack by everyone and everything.

Morgan's face gave away nothing, smooth as a mirror.

People had secrets. You lived with it or you didn't.