Quotes About Concealment

lips, excused from their color, had formed words relieved of their sound.

Lion emits a low whistle as he spots Bo entering his fifth-period Journalism class. 'What happened to your face?' Bo touches it tenderly and smiles. 'Nothing....." 'This wasn't your Dad.' Bo smiles again. 'No. My dad leaves bruises on the inside.

There are only one or two repeats in the whole book. So that got me thinking polyalphabetic substitution.

I just wanted to fade into the background. Be invisible. Disappear.

The very cunning conceal their cunning; the indifferently shrewd boast of it.

Dishonest people conceal their faults from themselves as well as others, honest people know and confess them

She knows too well what it's like to tamp down your natural inclinations, to force a smile when you feel numb. [...] The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so you learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't really feel. And so it is that you learn to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.

I am learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.

am learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.

So I am learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I am broken inside

Nothing is more real than the masks we make to show each other who we are.

The hand doesn't need to be quicker than the eye if the eye is looking in the wrong place. Everything the magician does is about misleading the audience, everything: how he stands, where he looks, where he points and especially what he says. He will never be doing what he says he is doing, and if he tells you what he's about to do, he's lying.

I would have liked to cry: the make-up stopped me, it looked just right, with the cracks, with the places where it was beginning to flake off, tears would have ruined all that. I could cry later, if I still felt like it.

Ostrich politics were here combined with ostrich strategy. To

The knife in his boot and the Smith & Wesson strapped to his ribs had been enough to get him through the past ten years flying intercept missions with the DEA into South America, breaking up the drug trade. Surely they would be enough to see him through this little exercise in neighborhood push and shove. But just as surely, he didn't want to talk about them.

Her words were like tinfoil; they shone and they covered things up.

The art of hiding in plain sight used to be second nature, and now it has become the whole of him

where you swallowed a terrible silence.

Something impossibly heavy that held me in thrall, a scrap of the divine not good for my soul, a thing that should never have been fixed in place on tape to be repeatedly overheard, a thing that stood between me and the telling of secrets.

my gentleness is a veneer on raging despair.

Humility is like underwear; essential,but indecent if it shows

Sometimes I say terrible things to him because I don't want him to know I'm sad; sometimes I fly off the handle to hide the fact that I don't know what I'm talking about. And other times--too often, maybe--I don't dare have an opinion in case it upsets anyone.

So Mr. Pizarsky had been a poet? That was how he'd said it: "I was a poet." As if the poet had died. He was hiding, perhaps.

It was like dancing with a mask that was attached to a stick—she dared not lower it, no matter how tiring it was to hold the mask up. She was the ugly girl at the ball.