Quotes About Concealment

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is what she has made of my life.

There are times when a satisfying lie is better than the awful truth.

For the next six years, a cone of silence surrounded the ranch. Dozens of unusual events were observed. Animals were mutilated. Mysterious aircraft appeared and disappeared. Gunshots were fired at unknown creatures. And "the entity" manifested itself in ways that challenged and bewildered the NIDS team, but none of these events were made public.

She suppressed a grin.

Chang nodded sagely. "My father insisted on it. He said, 'You may be proud of being a scanner. I am sorry you are not a man. Conceal your defects.' So I tried. I wanted to tell the old boy about the up-and-out, and what we did there, but it did not matter. He said, 'Airplanes were good enough for Confucius, and they are for me too.' The old humbug!

The portieres were drawn across the French windows now, veiling the stars outside - that were there nevertheless. ("Speak To Me Of Death")

She opened a small silver compact and looked at her face in its mirror. I am still guiltless, she thought, I have not done it yet. But I will look the same when I have done it; nobody will know the difference by looking at me. She touched the little puff twice to her nose and once to her chin. She closed the compact and put it away. ("Mind Over Murder")

All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.

I used to do drugs, but don't tell anyone because it'll ruin my image.

She didn't want to make anything right. She wanted to make it all go away.

Fraser's mother, Janice, was actually quite a happy soul but she had to hide it because, like all pseudo intellectuals, she thought being cheery made her look stupid, which of course she was for believing that rubbish in the first place. She like to talk about Sartre sometimes, just as insurance.

The less you know, the further away you are, the easier it is to shrug and tut and move on. And so Corrigan remains a town of barnacles. A cluster of hard shells that suck themselves stuck and clench themselves shut and choose not to know about dying.

But ignorance manufactures denial. So though my eyes were sometimes black or swollen, my lips puffy or busted, though I often intentionally wore clothes that would hide the black and blue bruises scattered all over my body, or grit my teeth through the pain in an effort to walk so I could look as if nothing were wrong—when in fact my entire body was sore—I believed that as long as he didn't break any bones, it wasn't really violence.

The darkness of the night could hide so much. He'd always enjoyed killing in that darkness.

You can't take away knowledge, and it's dangerous to pretend you never had it.

A secret is a burden. It's exhausting, a lie.

When you say something stupid, gloss over it with superfast talking and maybe no one'll notice.

If you want to get away with something, don't announce it first.

All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.

The duplicity of Mrs. Pink in having concealed the existence of a husband was enthusiastically condemned by one and all. She was variously described as sly, deceitful, and even—ultimate reproach—as no better than she should be.

Perché bisogna portare con sé la propria vita come uno spettacolo effimero e invisibile agli altri?

Neither of us knew that the other liked this sort of thing." "People don't talk about it. That's why. You can know people for years and yet not know in the very least what they think about religion.

It's good to be clever but cleverness should be muted and buried in the sand. Nobody should be able to detect it but me.

I'm not sure if he physically changes, or if he uses some kind of mind control to make you think he looks different, but the bottom line is you don't always see him coming. And make no mistake about it, the guy is evil.