Quotes About Concealment

The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody has decided not to see." (Ayn Rand)

God presents Himself in the light; He also conceals Himself by the light—just as we present ourselves in our garments and conceal ourselves by our garments.

It is in this power of saying everything, and yet saying nothing too plainly, that the perfection of art consists.

There is never vulgarity in a whole truth, however commonplace. It may be unimportant or painful. It cannot be vulgar. Vulgarity is only in concealment of truth, or in affectation.

Indiferent ce masc? îÈ™i punea pe fa??, nu exista vreo cale de a cicatriza rana sângerând? din ea, nu exista vreo modalitate de a alina durerea care îi m?cina sufletul.

The way in which ideology conceals the reality of subordination from those who are powerless: the subordinate classes do not see themselves as oppressed or exploited.

Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.

She knew for a fact, for instance, that what the Polo sisters did behind the closed doors of their adjoining rooms was still illegal in Alabama.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

the façade he has erected not so much to disguise himself from another as to mask himself against his own recognition.

You think my life is camouflage?" Ben held the stare. "Sir, I think everything you do from the moment you wake up to the moment you let yourself sleep is nothing more than a shadow dance.

I was hiding from them even while I moved among them.

he belonged. We did not, and because we did not, we had no positive—we were condemned to negatives, to not revealing ourselves, to not speaking when we would, to not using what we knew, to not being found out—to a life of perpetual deception, concealment, and lying.

You think you got something big to say? Something momentous? Or is it what you had to memorize in order to escape the men with lightning in their eyes?

Don't speak till sound has eclipsed its idea.

What is it he doesn't want people to see by keeping the windows covered? It makes a person wonder. I guess

Blood kin are hard to hide from.

Carrying this secret around was a heavier burden than a backpack full of textbooks.

Our parents don't know us... They can't know us. We hide ourselves from them. Once they knew everything about us and in order to escape them we keep out secrets, our private selves.

He reminds me of Robin Williams at the end of Dead Poets Society - there's a little smile on his face, but you know he's actually as sad as he's ever been in his whole life.

He was startled, but there was that about him which made it impossible to show what he felt, an instant and utter reflex of stillness to counteract all outward evidence of surprise, fear, anything.

Faced with an inconvenient history, the first defense is silence.

If nature had intended our skeletons to be visible it would have put them on the outside of our bodies.

It's my attempt to remain invisible, not distract the reader from the story with obvious writing.