Quotes About Concealment

The newspaper concluded: "Now tradition takes over, masks are the rule, and the carnival begins.

Pere?ii au culoarea cameleonului...

Sometimes, I think, you can look at a person and know they are full of words. Maybe the words are withheld due to pain or privacy, or maybe subterfuge. Maybe there are knife-edged words waiting to draw blood.

Sometimes, I think, you can look at a person and know they are full of words. Maybe the words are withheld due to pain or privacy, or maybe subterfuge.

How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known?

I have walked in the blackest deeps. You cannot guess what spells I have cast, what poisons I have gathered to protect myself against you, how your power may rebound upon your head. Who knows what is in me? Will you find out?

However I pretended I could conceal my thoughts as well as he, I knew it was not true. He would see down to my bones. He would gather my weaknesses up and set them with the rest of his collection, alongside Achilles' and Ajax's. He kept them on his person as other men keep their knives.

A look passed across her face. I might have called it rage, if it were not pointed so inward.

I fled so she would not see my tears and wear them as another of her trophies.

I waited for someone to remark on my absence, but no one did, for no one had noticed. Why would they? I was nothing, a stone. One more nymph child among the thousand thousands.

I do not plan to tell her. Telegonus, these are gods. You must keep your tricks close or you will lose everything.

Never leave anything which can be traced, when you do have a choice.

I heard his hasty footsteps on the dock. I kept my head down. I heard the thump and felt it as he leaped down into the cockpit. I heard his grunt of consternation. He would have to find out, and find out quickly.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

We are hiding, every last one of us. Well aware that we, too, are not what we were meant to be, desperately afraid of exposure, terrified of being seen for what we are and are not, we have run off into the bushes. We hide in our office, at the gym, behind the newspaper and mostly behind our personality. Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

explored." "It is the glory of God to conceal a matter," says the book

He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.

I think he was a little like the lizard that changes color with its surroundings. He appeared far more a gentleman in a gentleman's house. In that inn, I saw him for what he was. And I knew his color there was far more natural than the other.

Liza wiped some tears and decided to keep things dark. No one knew she was there and lights would only attract attention.

her in hiding.

Asked point-blank about Mary's opinion of him, Melville dissembled.

She ended with a grim warning: "Burn this letter, for it is too dangerous

Ihre Geheimnisse sind nicht anderes als die in menschliche Sprache gekleideten Formeln von Wahrheiten, die der menschliche Geist nicht zu erfassen vermag

In order to protect our jobs, our visas, our profits, our chances of receiving good grades, our sanity, we pretend not to see, we sanitise our own perception, filtering out the pain, pretending that it is not here but out there, far away, in Africa, in Russia, a hundred years ago, in an otherness that, by being alien, cleanses our own experience of all negativity.