Quotes About Concealment

It is hard to have secrets one cannot share, or to believe in a truth that others don't want to see.

Perché gli adulti credevano che i bambini sopportassero meglio i misteri che la verità? Non sapevano quali storie terribili ci si andava a inventare, alle volte, per tentare di capire ciò che i grandi nascondevano?

First, something basic: a storyteller never writes down everything he knows about his characters. There's no need for readers to know everything. Some of it is better kept secret between the author and his creations.

die Wahrheit ... ist ein hässliches Mädchen. Man schaut ihr nicht gern ins Gesicht.«

All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That is in the nature of secrets

This went on for five minutes. At no time did he disappear. "Can you still see me?" "Afraid so." "Damn!" His eyes snapped open. "Nothing? Didn't my skin turn opaque?

We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

Only by concealing our identities can we shed the masks we have to wear at school, at work, even at home - everywhere there is surveillance, policing, punishment - masks that are increasingly indistinguishable from ourselves.

And the things you said, the walk from chapel to the schoolhouse, your backpack, tests, these were a bridge running above the rushing water of what you actually felt. The goal was: learn to ignore what's down below. Fine if you met someone else who was the same as you, but you had to realize that nothing another person could do would make you feel better about any of it.

Secrets, he had learned, were the very soil that sorrows grew most easily out of.

Some secrets were so dangerous that they should never be kept.

Jeff had made himself a place, inside himself, a kind of tower room, round, without any windows. In that room, he had locked his memory of the beach on the island, all the memories from the day hours and from the night hours. He had discovered how to step inside that room and slide the curved door closed and bolt it across.

Dicey had a picture in her head of Sammy putting on a mask every morning, to wear all day long. It was a heavy iron mask, and he pulled it around his own face and bolted it closed.

There had been nothing between them, and yet they had come together, exchanging their nakedness repeatedly.... She had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met or whom they fought. And now she saw, and turned silent in seeing. For she had been wrong. She had said he was something he was not; she had felt familiar with him. Whereas he was apart all the while, living as she never lived, feeling as she never felt.

And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.

She was so reserved, he felt she had much to reserve.

That there was any love growing between him and Miriam, neither of them would have acknowledged. He thought he was too sane for such sentimentality, and she thought herself too lofty.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist

All the dead bolts and pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

Lo, I or you, Or woman, man, or state, known or unknown, We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build, But really build eidolons.

Truth resists being projected into the realm of knowledge.

No one would ever see them, but the members of the team knew that their signatures were inside, just as they knew that the circuit board was laid out as elegantly as possible.