Quotes About Concealment

Even though the sewer pipelines reach far into our houses with their tentacles, they are carefully hidden from view and we are happily ignorant of the invisible Venice of shit underlying our bathrooms, bedrooms, dance halls, and parliaments.

What people keep secret is the most common, the most ordinary, the most prevalent thing, the same thing everybody has: the body and its needs, its maladies, its manias - constipation, for instance, or menstruation. We ashamedly conceal these intimate matters not because they are so personal but because, on the contrary, they are so lamentably impersonal.

Il avait encore la peau recouverte d'acné juvénile et, pour que ça ne se voie pas, il portait sur son visage le masque de la révolte.

Los tubos de la canalización, aunque llegan con sus tentáculos hasta nuestras casas, están cuidadosamente ocultos a nuestra vista y nosotros no sabemos nada de la invisible Venecia de mierda sobre la cual están edificados nuestros cuartos de baño, habitaciones, salas de baile y parlamentos.

Kanalizacione cevi koje svojim ograncima dopiru do naših stanova brižljivo su skrivene od našeg pogleda, i mi ne znamo ništa o nevidljivoj Veneciji govana iznad koje su podignuta naša kupatila, spava?e sobe, plesne dvorane i parlamenti.

Podemos nos esconder atrás de nossa imagem, podemos desaparecer para sempre atrás de nossa imagem, podemos nos separar de nossa imagem: nunca somos nossa própria imagem

Konstitucija, žinoma, garantuoja žodžio laisvÄ™, bet ?statymai baudžia už bet kÄ…, kas gali bÅ«ti laikoma pasikÄ—sinimu ? valstybÄ—s saugumÄ…. Niekad nežinai, kada valstybÄ— ims Å¡aukti, kad Å¡is ar anas žodis kÄ—sinasi ? jos saugumÄ…. TodÄ—l kompromi­tuojan?ius raÅ¡inius jis nusprendÄ— paslÄ—pti saugioje vietoje.

Un hombre con los ojos cerrados es una ruina de hombre.

I say novelist, not writer. The novelist is one who, according to Flaubert, seeks to disappear behind his work.

Love and a cold cannot be hid. It is, I believe, a Spanish proverb.

I love dressing up, though I have to hide my rubbish hair in a hat.

Things are more beautiful when they're obscure.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

L'on a beau se cacher a' soi-me" me, l'on aime toujours. We vainly conceal from ourselves the fact that we are always in love.

I'll close my eyes, so I won't see, all of the love that you don't feel for me.

God cloaks himself in invisibility and leaves the world to guess, hope, and kill over his identity and existence? This is love?

Never sign a valentine with your own name.

I'd love to be able to be invisible, because I like to eavesdrop.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles

If they knew how much you kept inside to keep from hurting them, but hurting yourself instead, maybe they'd love you more.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all, and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain. But

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.