Quotes About Concealment

She looked very much like one who is afraid to speak, because she might lose something precious that was hidden under her tongue.

We already have the means to travel among the stars. But these technologies are locked up in black projects and it would take an Act of God to ever get them out to benefit humanity. Anything you can imagine, we already know how to do.

Besides, it is often wise to conceal one's full capabilities from potential enemies.

One of the first rules the Emperor had drummed into her [Mara Jade] so long ago was to blend in as best she could with her surroundings

And it dies never knowing where the attack came from.

It wasn't an epidemic yet because no one knew about it.

the problem with so secure a place was that it depended absolutely on secrecy which, once blown, became a fatal liability

A face is a kind of a mask anyway, when you think about it, he said. Rudd took a drink and set the glass down. You should never ask Pierre anything. You don't make your face, said Pierre. It's given to you. You might think it represents your true self, but why would it? Half the time you make an expression and think, Oh, this is my whatever expression, and nobody even knows what you're thinking.

Except for a small strip of shin that poked out from between the top of his socks and the bottom of his pants, his legs were purely theoretical.

Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.

out of sight of hair smoke and lip ash and bowel cinders

How is a juggler you can't hear or see or smell or touch different to no juggler at all?

It takes the glory of God to conceal a matter. It takes the honor of the king to seek out for it.

God doesn't hide Himself from you so that He can't be found; He hides Himself from you so that He can be found.

Birth, life, and death? each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

Saying more might push them both to a place they couldn't get back from. He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be. Its lid rusted shut.

Saying more might push them both to a place they couldn't get back from. He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be. Its lid rusted shut. He would not pry it loose now in front of this sweet sturdy woman, for if she got a whiff of the contents it would shame him. And it would hurt her to know that there was no red heart bright as Mister's comb beating in him.

fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life.

Nobody ever sees a cook eat anything.

They would discuss the slapping but not the pregnancy and certainly not the girl with sapphires hidden in her shoes.

Perhaps thee will best understand what Abigail is like if I tell thee that when she quilts she prefers to stitch in the ditch, hiding her poor stitches in the seams between the blocks.

Connor turned to Vanda. "I'll need to check yer bag, too." "I thought you'd never ask." Vanda tossed her bag onto the table. She was ready for him this time. He opened her silver evening bag. His eyes widened. She was quite proud that she'd managed to squeeze a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, her back massager, and a bottle of Viagra into such a tiny handbag. She smiled sweetly. "Something wrong, Connor?

I'm concealing a lot of things. That's what a lady does.

I am the mask and the mask is me.