Quotes About Concealment

The world didn't like to look at the dark underside very often. But that didn't change the ugliness; it only ensured that those who perpetuated the ugliness were left alone to kill and maim and rape.

One could keep open secrets only so well before they became a threat to others.

Like the others, the children were clouded in a thin fog, though the cords of darkness weren't as developed.

Don't wear your mask too long or you might start to forget who's beneath it. -Austin

People never talked to me," she snapped. "Half the time they didn't even know I was there. How do you think I was able to keep up the ruse for so long in the first place? I was invisible, Colin. No one saw me, no one talked to me. I just stood and listened, and no one noticed.

Now, Stuart, as you will discover if you have not done so already, believes that the principal raison d'etre of food is to conceal from public view the hideous pattern on the plate beneath.

We all have chapters we would prefer unpublished.

In my defence I can only say that her past, too, like mine, like everyone's in fact, was a locked box. Occasionally we allow people a peep, but generally only at the top level. The darker streams of our memories we negotiate alone.

He called you Duncan,' she said. 'I heard him. Aren't you worried I'll tell someone your name and the true identity of the Highland Butcher will be discovered?' 'There are hundreds of Duncans in the Highlands, lass - so no, I'll not lose any sleep over it. And since you're asking more questions, are you not worried I'll change my mind and slit your throat after all?' He paused. 'Since you know my name.

Of course you're sorry. The first words out of the mouths of men who are caught doing something they're only too happy to continue until they're caught.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

But if you'd told him, wouldn't it confirm what you most wanted to hide? That there was something wrong with you? Not that you were crazy, maybe. You knew you weren't your mother. But what might happen once the baby was born? New mothers lost it all the time. Ordinary ones, who didn't carry what you carried.

The surface didn't always tell the full story. A carefully constructed façade could hide a myriad of secrets.

Or was their guilt written plainly, and for all the world to see, across their face? Was it their face, in fact, for which they were guilty?

A literally perfect style should conceal itself so completely behind what it expresses that it goes unnoticed.

Como no sabías disimular me dí cuenta enseguida de que para verte como yo quería era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos.

Anyone who finds himself incapable of grasping the complexities of a work hides his withdrawal behind the most superficial pretext because he has not gotten past the surface.

Como no sabías disimular, me di cuenta en seguida de que para verte como yo quería era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos.

Oh, le maschere. Tutti tendono sempre a pensare al volto che nascondono, ma in realtà ciò che conta è la maschera, perchè proprio questa e non un'altra. Dimmi che maschera porti e ti dirò chi sei

As a rule, what is out of sight disturbs men's minds more seriously than what they see.

The purpose of polite behavior is never virtuous. Deceit, surrender, and concealment: these are not virtues. The goal of the mannerly is comfort, per se.