Quotes About Concealment

Who (people from her other life) didn't know how much work it could be to make people think you you were normal.

When shall men learn to never touch what has been hidden.

This place is a regular whispering-gallery.

He was only aware of the conflict that was slowly destroying his integrity—the conflict between truth, and concealment of truth.

A man who grows that much hair,' critics were fond of saying, 'must have a lot to hide.

It was secret that with greatest determination , was very hard to conceal - for it affected one's attitude, one's voice ,one's total outlook on the universe

people will panic. Riots, looting. You'll see. That's why we keep secrets, Ms. Duflot. Because people can't handle the truth.

I should prefer that you do not mention my name at all in connection with this case, as I choose to be only associated with those crimes which present some difficulty in their solution.

There's many a man who never tells his adventures, for he can't hope to be believed.

Holmes: I followed you. Sterndale: I saw no one. Holmes: That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.

have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask. "This is indeed a mystery

These were encrypted. They'll think they're absolutely safe. (Andre) 'Yeah, and he was three feet tall and green.' (Steele)

We never see the signs we don't want to see.

One thing I still remembered from my war days was how to move in shrubbery.

You really think there's something back there? Something we don't know here? Jacob's

Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.

The sight of one's own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward--that's why they've been give bodies, to hide their souls.

I will not put a name to what has no name

She forced herself to sit up primly on the edge of the marble bench, repressing firmly the nausea she felt at its warm pressure, and she smoothed the black linen of her dress across her lap, and tucked in her hair, which had somehow come loose, and crossed her ankles decently, and took her black-edged handkerchief from her bosom and dried her eyes and wiped away the dampness and grime from her face. Now, she thought; I may go mad, but at least I look like a lady.

I will not put a name to what has none.

It was a grief about which you could not, must not, dare not speak.

She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would not show.

Old money's motto was, If you have it, hide it. New money's motto was, If you have it, flaunt it.

When you're trying to hide something,' Paul Martin advised, 'always do it out in the open. Then no one will believe you're doing anything wrong.