Quotes About Concealment

He had come to believe that the paper's concealment of that information may very well have changed the outcome of the 2004 election. "Hiding that story changed history," he said.

The inferior man hates the truth. That is no tragedy. The tragedy is, he isn't aware he does.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.

A one malobrojne, sto su nesto i saznali, al' nisu znali vesto da skrivaju saznanja ta, no su ih, srca nabujala sva, prostome puku obznanjivali, - njih su, otkad za svet se zna, razapinjali i spaljivali.

Until the tide goes out you don't know who's swimming naked. —WARREN BUFFETT

Méringue covers a multitude of sins.

As a rule, we go about with masks, we go about looking honest, and we are able to conceal ourselves all through the day. But when the time comes that man has had his dinner, then the true man comes to the surface.

Perhaps apathy is a wave of emotions too afraid to burst out of the darkness into the bright light of day.

Fire and pride cannot be hid.

Maybe the atheist cannot find God for the same reason a thief cannot find a policeman.

The easiest way to keep a secret is without help.

Three may keep a Secret, if two of them are dead.

Love, fire, a cough, the itch, and gout are not to be concealed.

what had taken vicinity in the back of the belt of river bushes.

Someone who conceals his curiosity, is overwhelmed with information.

If the truth was important enough for one generation of powerful officials to go to great lengths to hide it, then it should be important for us to search for it now.

Tis a lonely business, being miserable when happiness abounds. I did my best to hide it, although the people who knew me well, knew.

It occurred to me, trying not to hobble in my too-tight slippers, that attire was another form of concealment.

She was trying to whisper, but she might as well have yelled under an echoing bridge.

about putting on the light in a dark room. He told me that when we keep secrets they grow inside us, and we can't see the truth of them anymore.

She locked the cupboard, took her place in the driver's seat and slipped the pistol into her shoulder bag—if she carried a bag, it would always have enough room to conceal a weapon.

The wounds of the past could always be camouflaged. Erasing them to extinguish all trace was the greater challenge.

all I was doing was sweeping everything under my bed. My room would look spotless but it was actually still a disgusting mess. The same thing is true of most people's lives.

There are too many things we do not wish to know about ourselves.