Quotes About Concealment

Or maybe the ... shock of it started me covering up all kinds of memories the way a squirrel hides a nut and forgets where he's buried it.

Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into there depths, there was nothing I could see.

You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them." Sara looked directly into his eyes.

had unconsciously crossed part of the yard, and was now standing under the lower branches of the mulberry tree, still at an age where anything I couldn't see couldn't see me.

Hadst thou sought the whole earth over, said he, looking darkly at the clergyman, there was no place so secret- no high place nor lowly place, where thou couldst have escaped me,- save on this very scaffold!

No, you can just paint me walking into shadows.

all women are unknowable. They all have at least one secret that they are keeping from everybody else. A secret that changes everything you thought about them.

I didn't know how he managed to keep the weight of his secret when the burden of it was crushing me.

They loved each other, but neither Would venture to speak thereof; They glared at each other like enemies And wanted to die of love.

Sie liebten sich beide, doch keiner Wollt es dem andern gestehn; Sie sahen sich an so feindlich, Und wollten vor Liebe vergehn. Sie trennten sich endlich und sahn sich Nur noch zuweilen im Traum; Sie waren längst gestorben, Und wußten es selber kaum.

Everything has been written. Everybody knows everything about me. There are no secrets. Except the skeletons in my closet.

Maybe someday there will be a song I write that I never let see the light of day because I don't want it to be uncontainable and have to play it again. And I have written songs like that that are just for me. It's like writing a letter to someone you're angry at but never sending it and just putting it in a drawer.

I personally think that if you deny something or if you hide something you're inadvertently admitting it's wrong.

In order to not have to deal with being gay in the world, you have to control everything. You try and walk in an un-gay way so as not to be found out. You try to control every situation, check the people around you, that you're not in the wrong place, and that can be exhausting. It goes on for decades, and it becomes mental sickness.

I buried a lot of my ironing in the back yard.

Anyway, so what he did was, he spread sheets for 100 yards and underneath them he'd put things so there were bumps and different levels and on top he'd put little bushes and if you didn't look to close, it looked like snow!

You know that secret novel you've been working on? The one that's really about you and your friends and your psycho ex-girlfriend? The one that, if discovered, would socially annihilate you for eternity? Yeah, go ahead and burn it.

I was diagnosed with asthma when I was 18 during my freshman year at UCLA. I refused to accept it - and I hid it from my coaches and teammates. But ignoring my problem didn't make it go away.

Many years ago, I was found in compromising circumstances in a dressing room by a security man. The other person was hiding.

What I'm trying to do is to get a glimpse into the secret state that surrounds us all the time but that we have not trained ourselves to see very well.

Secrecy is thus, so to speak, a transition stadium between being and not-being.

Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.

Writing is an amazing place to hide, to go into the rabbit hole, and pull the trap door down over your head.

And don't mix up truth with falsehood, nor hide the truth while you know.