Quotes About Concealment

I remember reading once that some fellows use language to conceal thought; but it's been my experience that a good many more use it instead of thought.

You look beautiful." "Anyone can appear beautiful in the shadows.

When she'd skillfully turned it back towards the herd, Rebecca lifted an arm to wave at Jake, her smile vis­ible even from this distance. He felt a familiar tightening in his loins. How many times had he watched her ride across the Lazy A, experienced the same stirrings, and rid­den away so she'd never know what his true feelings were? He didn't have to ride away today. He could watch her graceful movements to his heart's content.

And while she pretended he was someone else, he would pretend she had no reason to imagine he was anyone other than who he was.

So he held the words tightly inside, safe from ridicule, safe from harm..

Create a fog within a fog

How long do you think it will take her to figure out who you are?" "She is blind." "Then that makes two of you." Alejandro

But you also admitted to her being in the shadows and not having a clear view of him." "What would be his motive?" "Perhaps he saw me kissing Mary." "Killing the man for kissing your betrothed seems a bit drastic." I would, he thought, surprised by the vehement behind the words.

2. Fear comes from our concealing. Any time we conceal something major under the hood of our lives, fear is allowed to flourish. This is the pattern: We make mistakes. We sin. But we don't confess. Mostly because we feel embarrassed. Or we feel ashamed. Or we don't want to be thought of as anything less than perfect.

Once somebody's aware of a plot, it's like a bone sticking out. If it breaks through the skin, it's very ugly.

A cat determined not to be found can fold itself up like a pocket handkerchief if it wants to.

Quando decidi di non dire qualcosa devi continuare a non dirlo. Basta poco, penso. Basta poco per trasformare la tua vita in una menzogna.

To be silent. In hopes of not offending, in hopes of being accepted. But what happened to people who never spoke, never raised their voices? Kept everything inside? Gamache knew what happened. Everything they swallowed, every word, thought, feeling rattled around inside, hollowing the person out. And into that chasm they stuffed their words, their rage.

Houses are like people, Agent Lemieux. They have secrets. I'll tell you something I've learned.' Armand Gamache dropped his voice so that Agent Lemieux had to strain to hear. 'Do you know what makes us sick, Agent Lemieux?' Lemieux shook his head. Then out of the darkness and stillness he heard the answer. 'It's our secrets that make us sick.

Some people keep their darkness inside, and some hide their light. You, mon ami, almost certainly have a croissant in there.

We knew who would want him found, Dr Croix, but who wants him to remain buried?

A lie was a light. One that grew into a floodlight, that eventually illuminated the person among them with the biggest secret. The most to hide.

They all had them. Secrets. But some stank more than others.

She radiated rage now. He felt his face would bubble and scald. And he knew why none of the Morrow children had ever been this close. And wondered, fleetingly, about Bert Finney, who had.

Armand Gamache had another skill that Brébeuf didn't seem to possess. He could disappear, when he chose. And it appeared he chose to disappear at that moment. Armand Gamache sat quietly. Almost a hole in the room.

Everyone, he knew, had one. A locked room. Either in their home, or their head, or their heart. Where things that should never see the light of day lived, and waited. For their chance to escape.

cobrador costume. A costume that

The funny thing about murder is that the act is often committed decades before the actual action.

down quickly. I hope he didn't see me because I had an