Quotes About Concealment

We have a talent for disguising greed under the cloak of freedom. As for past acts of depravity, we prefer to ignore those. Progress, after all, means to look ever forward, and whatever we have trampled in our wake is best forgotten

An assassin should never see the face behind the victim's mask.

Self-avowed destinies wear a thousand masks and not one of them truly fits—" "How can they, Hull Beddict, when they're modelled on perfection?

The measure of the perfect theft is when the victim remains blissfully unaware that he or she has been stolen from.

I've been the walking dead all along, and I didn't even know it. The thought left him weakened, as if some hidden knife had just pushed deep inside, piercing his soul. 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?

Pella started as a massive shape separated itself from behind the hanging.

He's new to responsibility, Captain. You'll have to teach him." Teach him what? How to live beneath the burden of command? That's something I can't manage myself. I need only look into Whiskeyjack's face to understand that no one can - no-one who has a heart, anyway. We learn to achieve but one thing: the ability to hide our thoughts, to mask our feelings, to bury our humanity deep in our souls. And that can't be taught, only shown.

Failure wears many guises, and I have worn them all.

to hide weakness behind bluster was to hide nothing at all.

Do we all possess a wish to remain unseen, unnoticed? Is the witnessing of our actions by others our greatest restraint?

How he knew no one could say. How he thought, no one could imagine. How deep and vast his love, no one could conceive.

But Arrow believes they took these names so they could separate themselves from what they had to do, so the person who fought and killed could someday be put away.

She enjoyed being invisible, imagining herself as a three-dimensional linocut - the empty space, the bit that's cut out.

anything you do in the dark. In other words, it's any act that you try to hide from others. So, what kind of person are you when the shades are drawn? That's really the question. "Integrity," as Dr. Werjonic used to say, "has no private life." But, of course, no one has complete integrity because everyone has things to hide. All of us act differently when no one is watching.

worry of being heard.

We're desperate to be truly known by others; yet we go to incredible lengths to hide who we really are. We say we want truth, then rationalize it away when it gets too personal.

All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.

My old friend Pliny, not long before Vesuvius put an end to him, wrote that the ostrich hides its head in a bush when attacked and thinks its whole body is concealed," said Martial. "See how the attendants have placed bits of shrubbery all around the arena, so that the bird may demonstrate its foolish behavior?

If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?

The rule was "No autopsy, no foul."

He felt that he was donning his other-life attire, he was making some kind of obvious invitation, which Owen would scorn.

An unwritten law forbids us to speak of it, and even the thought conjures dark names, dark times.

He had revealed himself as false, yet still some part of her felt it was something from the past, something too dreadful to be articulated which impelled him to do the things he did.