Quotes About Concealment

She wrapper herself in an enigma, there was no other way to keep warm.

This is what I am. A vault of secrets. They flutter inside my chest like caged birds, wanting to take flight but afraid to fly.

When there is an invisible elephant in the room, one is from time to time bound to trip over a trunk.

They all wait impatiently for the blessed cloak of darkness to cover their wretched little deeds, but the sun will not be hurried by the whims of men.

I have a box inside me now that never used to exist. I never needed it before. It's down in my deepest, darkest corner, and it's airtight, soundproofed and padlocked. It's where I keep the thoughts I don't know what to do with, that could get me into trouble. Eating Unseelie hammers on the inside of that lid incessantly. I try to keep kissing Barrons in that box, too, but it gets out sometimes.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

You might not think it sounds like much of a disguise, but I know a thing or two about people. The world notices pretty, well-dressed young women. And it tries real hard not to see the unattractive, sloppy ones. If you're bad enough, you get the thousand-yard stare that slides right off you.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

Now that I'm a little over the edge anyway, I can admit something: My whole life, I've secretly been afraid that beneath my fiercely focused grooming and accessorizing, I'm, well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ psychotic.

When you have a secret that folks would kill you for, you sit mum on it. From everyone.

I can wedge my head far enough down into the sand that I can't see whatever's staring at me, then it can't see me, either, and no matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

I was not supposed to reveal her," he lied swiftly, meeting Duncan's gaze with a silent warning. He was momentarily appalled at how easily the lie had sprung to his lips. See, , he berated himself, break one rule and they all go to hell.

How he wanted to touch her hand again! And once again, it seemed that her eyes lingered the longest upon his face, this pumpkin who was the pinnacle of female virtue. Cormack's cock, unbidden, elongated and stiffened. He was glad that his buckskin shirt covered his erection, although suddenly he was acutely aware that his belt was probably too tight.

She doesn't know how to answer the man's question about why she snuck into the conch. She just feels like there's something she needs to protect. Some larval understanding, something cocooned inside her, that seems to get unspun and exploded with each passing year. Big Red curls up in a cold recess of the conch. That's the way to do it, the grown-up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

I needed a darkness that would have killed the others. And they needed me to keep it a secret from them.

a definite hostility to being looked at, like a vampire or a vacationing Olsen

When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.

She doesn't know how to answer the man's question about why she snuck into the conch. She just feels like there's something she needs to protect. Some larval understanding, something cocooned inside her, that seems to get unspun and exploded with each passing year... That's the way to do it , the grown up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

Pain collected into deep pockets and I was aware of this painbut somehow I could not seem to feel it. It was like a body-deafness.

The entire being of a woman is a secret which should be kept.

If it got out that I didn't have to rush back, I'd be forced to stay longer. The thought of remaining scared me. Like I'd start shedding my new, shiny skin I'd worked so hard to achieve, revealing the scarred and ugly person beneath.

I met his gaze, unable or unwilling to hide my shame and embarrassment. That I had allowed it to happen to me. Then, and now. Because there was no sense in concealing so many years of being stupid and naïve and listening to no one brave enough to tell me differently. It was humbling to admit to myself that I hadn't changed at all.

Privacy,is what you shut your mouth about,Denial is what you shut your eyes against.