Quotes About Concealment

Théodule was, we think we have mentioned, the favourite of Aunt Gillenormand, who preferred him because she did not see him. Not seeing people permits us to imagine in them every perfection.

She collected grudges and heartaches the way she'd once collected Barbies, never sharing, never abandoning.

how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

She wouldn't have understood how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

Let me tell you something else I know. When you hide things away, and keep them secret, they have a ... power.

She was like one of those animals whose defense mechanism is to blend into the landscape and become invisible. It was her way of dealing with rejection: Say nothing and disappear. Never fight back. If she remained quiet enough, people eventually forgot she was there and left her alone.

It spoke to me, that anger. I didn't realize how angry I'd been until it was in the air, infecting everyone. But as always, I held it inside.

It didn't feel right. Wasn't lying always wrong? And an omission like this was obviously a lie.

Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound. I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground. Whisk the lamps away . . . Night.

She'd learned how to disappear in place long ago.

shame that was its silent twin.

She had slit a tiny opening in the lining and slipped the thick envelope inside of it.

One of the best ways to disappear in plain sight was to dress like a wren - brown, brown, and more brown.

Smiling too brightly

Ben has never really known me. He knew the pieces I chose to give to him, the body that nursed him, the voice that scolded him, the hands that soothed him. But there is so much more to me, pieces that had nothing to do with my role as his mother, pieces I never let him see.

Maybe the lie wasn't as wrong if it wasn't uttered aloud.

And I saw in them a hope...A hope that it was possible to have secrets, to mask one's true nature...and yet still to walk among men.

Sometimes it's the things that aren't said that kill you.

Sometimes it's the things that aren't said that kill you" -Josh

If I don't want to be seen, you don't see me.

That is for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.-Damon Salvatore

The dark emotions everyone hid in their depths weren't all of who they really were. They weren't their true selves.

Nature meant his face to be expressive but he did not; for an expression is a give-away and he did not want to give anything away.

Nothing is so oppressive as a secret; it is difficult for ladies to keep it long, and I know even in this matter a good number of men who are women.