Quotes About Concealment

She wanted to cry, but she did not want Peter to see her cry, and she especially did not want Teacher, with her flowing hair, to see her cry.

Content to me is very important, but I like it when [the photograph] is also enigmatic. If you don't know what it is you begin to speculate, and that is what I want.

I thought a lot of girls wanna have their secret identity and have something they don't want to tell people about.

Birds which are the same color as the foliage in which they nest are less likely to be disturbed by other birds who want to drop in and chat, and therefore last longer.

Guard the secret theater of your heart. See nothing there that you do not want to see happen in reality.

When you sing, you put on a persona. I hide behind that person on stage. You can feel like death, but you have to put it on. The audience wants to see someone smiley.

That's my opportunity to hide behind that old lady and say what I want to say.

The myth works to make the very real things people don't want to look at visible for them.

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

The only people who don't want to disclose the truth are the people with something to hide.

For the longest time in Denmark I didn't want to say what I was politically. I thought it was irrelevant.

You could be as vulgar as you want, as long as three tiny spots were covered.

Funny how the last thing we want the world to see is almost the first thing to show.

Actors are insanely competitive and they hold back on each other. They are like magicians and none of them want to show their tricks.

I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide.

In Mosca's experience, a 'long story' was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

I've been telling myself this was being alive. This here. This…hiding. Wishing. Dreaming. Wanting. And all the while, what does anyone else see when they look at me?

Abject misery lies not in what the blanket reveals, but in what it hides.

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom. - The Reve of Fener - Imarak, First Destriant – MoI 657

He drew a ragged breath. 'You ...' Felisin waited, hoping the life would flee this husk, flee it now, before— 'You ... were ... not what I expected ...' Armour can hide anything until the moment it falls away. Even a child. Especially a child.

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom.

Pain worn without pause and for so long could itself become a mask.