Quotes About Concealment

Brushing her hands clean on her skirt, Loretta stared dismally at the fire. Light. Merciful heaven, why had she asked for a fire? He'd be able to see her, which somehow made the thought of undressing in front of him all the more horrid.

Henry jerked up his left suspender and raked his hand through his hair, looking at the hole Rachel had shot in the puncheon. "What in hell you gonna tell people happened to your floor, missy?" Rachel smiled. "Why, I'll tell them how quick you got in and fixed it, Henry. We can't have holes in the floor, can we?

If a speculum is polished sufficiently, it becomes invisible. For it doth reflect all about it, so that the eye sees only that which is shown , not the devyse that showeth it. And if a man becomes hard as diamond, faceted and flawed, he too will show nothing of himself, onlie the fractured images of his world.

Anger is a defense, not a feeling, ....analyze what feeling the anger was covering.

My job was not to exist at all. Though too much alive to play it to perfection, I feel I performed a fairly adept imitation.

like a mask, and in his other hand he held an open can of

If I sit inside, then nobody will know I'm in trouble. And so then nobody will help me.

One cannot always know what children are thinking. Children are hard to understand, especially when careful training has accustomed them to obedience, and experience has made them cautious in their conversation with their teachers. Will you not draw from this the fine maxim that one should not scold children too much, but should make them trustful, so that they will not conceal their stupidities from us?

It was at thirteen years old that Marya Morevna learned how to keep a secret, and that secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization.

Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.

Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.

Americans all acted like they were trying to pretend they hadn't just chased a fistful of ecstasy with a noseful of coke to save themselves from a police officer only they could see.

It's a secret and if you tell a secret the secret comes alive and can never be kept safe at home again.

Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.

But the Tsar of Death and the Tsar of Life greatly feared one another, for Death is surrounded by souls, and is never lonely, and the Tsar of Life had hidden his death away in a place deeper than secrets, and more secret than depth.

Where human children have years and years in which to grow their hearts and learn to live with them while staying safe from all the troubles a heart hauls with it, a Changeling starts out raw and red and full of longing. Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs. Some walk around naked, though no one can see it but you and I.

where there's a labyrinth, there's a minotaur, and vice versa! I can't imagine a decent maze that would be caught dead without a minotaur.

War must always be done out of sight, it shocks people and they stop immediately.

Any story told is a lie cunningly told to hide the real world from the poor bastards who live in it.

Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in a box where it can't hurt anyone.

War must always be done out of sight, or it shocks people and they stop immediately.

Can you imagine there being so many people that you could just murder one and nobody would know who did it right away?

Coyness is what makes it art, darling. Otherwise … otherwise it's nothing but a funeral.

He didn't even know how to talk about it. He had practiced not talking about the things he knew until no man could be called his equal.