Quotes About Concealment

Words work as release—well-oiled doors opening and closing between intention, gesture. A pulse in a neck, the shiftiness of the hands, an unconscious blink, the conversations you have with your eyes translate everything and nothing. What will be needed, what goes unfelt, unsaid—what has been duplicated, redacted here, redacted there, altered to hide or disguise—words encoding the bodies they cover. And despite everything the body remains.

People who live a private life want to live in truth forever and without lies. The problem with lies, they keep on coming back that makes private life public.

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.

The Germans have a word for it: Todgeschweigen. Killed by not being mentioned.

Rien d'ailleurs ne rassure autant qu'un masque.

There is a reason why trash bags aren't made of transparent plastic.

even the meanest person has still at his disposition high-sounding words wherewith to mask his real character.

It is better to hide ignorance, but it is hard to do this when we relax over wine.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

Nature loves to hide.

It is better to conceal ignorance.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

An uncommon prudence is habitual with the subtler depravity, for it has everything to hide.

All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks… strike, strike through the mask!

It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.

exacta de los sentimientos que pretende ocultar.

We laughed a lot, to hide it from each other. But fear always finds an out. If you control your face, it slips into your voice. If you manage to keep a grip on your face and your voice, as if they were dead wood, it will slip out through your fingers. It will pass through your skin and lie there. You can see it lying around on objects close by.

Ich wusste nicht, wie das Licht verschwindet, obwohl ich eine ganze Stunde hinsah. Er sagte, es gäbe Sachen, die eben nicht in die Augen gehen.

Ich trage stilles Gepäck. Ich habe mich so tief und so lang ins Schweigen gepackt, ich kann mich in Worten nie auspacken. Ich packe mich nur anders ein, wenn ich rede.

Enxuguei os olhos com as pontas do cachecol enquanto caminhava, repetidas vezes e à pressa, para passar despercebido. Na verdade, ninguém estava a olhar para mim, eu queria era passar despercebido a mim próprio. Eu sabia, bem de mais, que existe uma lei interna segundo a qual não se deve nunca começar a chorar, quando se tem demasiados motivos para o fazer.

I know she's rather plain, but every girl has a right to conceal that fact from people who haven't seen her.

It is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothing to conceal. A man's power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.

But it is no use to justify yourself. It is no good to explain. It is weak to be anecdotal. It is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothing to conceal. A man's power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.

You could not know, sir, what Katherine was asking.' That's the point of a promise, he thinks. It wouldn't have any value, if you could see what it would cost you when you made it.