Quotes About Concealment

Politics is what a man does in order to conceal what he is and what he himself does not know.

Es gehört viel Demut und Selbstüberwindung dazu, die Größe seines Geistes so zu verhüllen, daß kein Unschuldiger durch sie niedergeschmettert wird.

Listen, do you think we could not tell…everyone?" Megan said. "I think it would just make everything harder." What with the massive victory party they would throw and all , she thought.

You You are a person of unknown reasons, Reacting with movements and noises. You may be bold, wear glasses, or have freckles, Yet inside you there may be great feelings Of beauty and love, fighting to appear On the pimpled surface. It reaches out - "I love you." A laugh, a jeer. The feelings are trapped and you, You - disappear.

If you can explain magic, then it's not magic anymore.

I don't like doing [things] as myself...I like to be made into someone else.

Wherever and whenever we are excessive in our lives it is the sign of an as yet unknown deprivation,' argues the psychoanalyst Adam Phillips. 'Our excesses are the best clue we have to our own poverty, and our best way of concealing it from ourselves.

Wherever and whenever we are excessive in our lives it is the sign of an as yet unknown deprivation,' argues the psychoanalyst Adam Phillips. 'Our excesses are the best clue we have to our own poverty, and our best way of concealing it from ourselves.'72 When it comes to consumerism, perhaps the poverty that we aim to conceal lies in our neglected relationships with each other and with the living world.

Shut your eyes," said Miss Tanner. "Oh no," said Miranda, "for then I see worse things…

There must be a great many of them here who think as I do, and we dare not say a word to each other out of our desperation, we are speechless animals letting ourselves be destroyed, and why? Does anybody here believe the things we say to each other?

Shed locked it away, inside a drawer in her mind, and hidden the key.

All she keeps inside isn't on the label.

I do not need a scabbard to sheathe my mind.

There are... things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

It isn't that they can't see the solution. It is that they can't see the problem.

In a blank wall you may well fear the blindness which sees through you and sees you through.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

For years the psychic balm of alcohol—its holy grail certainty that it could take me through anything—eclipsed the hangovers and emerging fear that I was in trouble. I had a silver pocket flask that I filled with whiskey for backup drinks; I figured if I looked the part, then I could get away with the reality.

There was no relaxing when you lived a secret.

She resembled a rainbow and the pot of gold; rarely observed and never discovered.

Demon. Gremlin. Poltergeist. Ghost. Phantom. Spirit. Shadow. Ghoul. Devil. People are afraid of them, so they relegate their existence to stories, volumes of books that can be closed and put on the shelf or left behind at a bed and breakfast; they clench their eyes shut, so they will see no evil. But trust me when I tell you that the zebra is real. Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.

Suppressing the symptom does nothing but force the true problem to express itself on a deeper level at some other time.

A mask partially conceals, but it also tells us that something is behind the mask.

Sin never seems quite as shocking when it is known only to us; when we see how it looks or sounds to another, it is magnified ten times over.