Quotes About Concealment

He did not look at their faces, only their grins.

From what I can gather, there's quite a lot you don't like talking about!

Rav thought the forced smile on Bayard's face was full of cracks.

Legends say that Foy banished the cockatrice, but in essence he just hid from her.

I know all! All! But Ays, my pretty smalling, can you pluck the knowledge from my breast, my brow? No! I cannot bestow such priveleges with abandon.

I am their secret, but then the humans in the Strangeling have many secrets.

She smiled at me in a distinctly secretive way. Sacramantas were like that; secretive, and it seemed the secrets were of the most delicious kind.

If he could shut himself away from all this, hide his being deep within his mind, he might survive.

His face was a leering mask, all vestige of beauty fled.

It is like a tiny flame that cannot be stoked, for then it would be noticeable, but at least it keeps the death of belief at bay.

If anyone could penetrate our disguise in the world, they could.

The clues were there all along, but we'd denied our past and shut ourselves away from the truth.

The Khaster that should have been had disappeared deep inside him.

She felt he knew where Owen was, and was savouring the knowledge; something she didn't have.

A thoughtful pause and then: 'Maybe to make it easy to find, but look like it's hard to find, so you'd find it but think it wasn't meant to be found, even though you only really found it because someone wanted it to be found?

I already told you a ghost story," she said at last. "The one where the wife was invisible to the husband and the truth of the marriage was invisible to her.

For it wasn't the secret--the secret that wasn't a secret anyway--that led to austerity in our lives. It was the austerity that led to the secret. And what I had been marked by, probably most of all, was the austerity. It had made secrets in my life too. Or silences, anyway, that became secrets. That became lies.

A secret weighs on us, a terrible secret weighs with a terrible weight.

Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him … yet he chatted away with his mother. He would never have confessed to her how he suffered over these things and she only partly guessed." D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

I know what life is. This is not life. This is death disguised as life.

O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands.

Passing meant people thought a person's identity was just a coat, not a shackle, as if the passer had the key to run free from oppression.

And if her heart was breaking with every step she took, at least he would never know.

that secret entrance deep between her thighs clenched like the mouth of a drawstring purse.