Quotes About Concealment

Sweep everything under the rug for long enough, and you have to move right out of the house.

She'd spent the decades barricading herself from life, setting the conditions for love so high no one else could ever meet them. Few, in fact, had made any effort. It was a simple thing, in the end, to hide in plain sight. The world did not prevent you from becoming what you were determined to become.

If the walls were cracking, I'd plastered the surface back to smoothness. If the floor tiles were crumbling, I'd replaced them. If the roof was leaking, I'd patched the leaks. I'd pretended that, because the "house" still appeared okay, all was okay. Nothing had changed; all had been fixed. Nothing else needed to change.

Metaphor forms a crust beneath which the crevasse of each experience.

Had any parent ever succeeded in hiding marital unhappiness from their child?

He has lived cloaked so long, he did not know how to reveal his heart.

I am an invisible man…. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids—and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.

I am an invisible man. No I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe: Nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids, and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, simply because people refuse to see me.

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.

Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.

I put on several different outfits. The advantage of not knowing who you are is you can attempt to be all things to all men … or women. My mother saw me always glancing in every mirror, every window; in the gleaming blades of knives. She said, "Jill is vain." She did not know I was looking to see who would be there this time.

There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue. Commit a crime and the earth is made of glass.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.

There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue. Commit a crime and the earth is made of glass. Commit a crime, and it seems as if a coat of snow fell on the ground, such as reveals in the woods the track of every partridge, and fox, and squirrel.

You deal in toxic secrets, my dear. You shouldn't be surprised if the air turns foul.

Safe in thy breast close lock up thy intents, For he that knows thy purpose best prevents.

I would think flying would be pretty cool. You would be able to fly away from all your enemies and get where you're going much faster. But being invisible? You probably wouldn't use that for the good of man.

The closeted homosexual is far less likely to demand fair or just treatment for his kind, because to do so would call attention to himself.

hypocrites,- they master the art of concealing their distaste for others, while they invent lies to keep their biases and corrupt prejudices alive.

If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you, and you'll never learn.

What people don't understand they just push away to the far corners of their minds and eventually it fades away and gets forgotten. 'Cause it's safer that way.

I like camouflage a lot.

Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?