Quotes About Concealment

Welcome to the closet, I thought, is it dark in here or is just me

We were grown-up women, so we packed our worsts away in hidden boxes. We were mothers, so we sank those boxes under jobs and mortgages and meal plans. Mothers have to sink those boxes deep.

He wore his averageness lightly, almost proudly, like a transparent scholar's gown, underneath which he was nakedly an administrator.

Everything has a beginning, or needs one, and if the beginning's identifiable but not dramatic enough, it needs to be deidentified—located elsewhere.

Dragon was controlling himself admirably but he had the look of a man who has found something unpleasant on his boot.

Extraer la belleza del mundo, incluso aunque esté oculta a simple vista.

Y ya sabe el principio básico de cualquier programador. Lo que el usuario no sabe, al usuario no le hace daño.

T]he cultural shocks that emanate from new scientific findings are eventually settled by cultural realignments that accommodate those findings—not by concealment. A prerequisite for this realignment is that we sort out the science from the culture before opinions become inflamed.

Yey more and more there seemed a bevy of things she was not supposed to think about and by virtue of trying not to, she hardly thought of anything else.

She shook her head, and he just-stared at her. She could feel his gaze, although she looked straight ahead and pretended that she didn't notice he was watching her.

Principles are conventions and definitions in disguise.

Les gens bien portants sont des malades qui s'ignorent.

I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me.

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.

Because if he looked like he was unaffected by her smile, then she would not realize that, in actuality, he was in an utter panic because somewhere deep down inside he'd realized that his life had just changed forever.

Francesca couldn't say anything, because that would just make her mother feel even worse, and so instead they stood there as they always did, thinking the same thing but never speaking of it, wondering which of them hurt more.

Benedict suddenly had to get away. It was either that or kill the twittering ninnyhammer, and with so many witnesses, he didn't think he could get away with it.

when Francesca had turned to him with those bottomless blue eyes and said, 'The baby was to have been yours in a way, too,' she'd shattered him to his very soul. She didn't know. She had no idea. And as long as she remained in the dark about his feelings for her, as long as she couldn't understand why he had no choice but to hate himself for every step he took in John's shoes, he couldn't be near her. Because she was going to keep saying things like that.

No, I'm not going to forget it, I've spent my life forgetting things, not saying them, never telling anyone what I really want.

knew well the singularly strange sensation of loving one's family to distraction, and yet not feeling quite able to share one's deepest and most intractable fears.

It came to him in a startling flash. He missed her. He was here, in the same house, sleeping just three doors down, and he missed her. It was his own fault. He knew he'd been avoiding her. But what was he to do? He had kissed Billie, kissed her until he was nearly past the edge of reason, and now he was expected to make polite conversation with her at the breakfast table? In front of his mother ?

It's important not to indicate. People don't try to show their feelings, they try to hide them.

Sometimes people fight with injuries and nobody knows, so it's important for the fans to see what we do to - for everything.

I'm not a believer in 'what you don't know won't hurt you,' unless it's innocent.