Quotes About Concealment

Pretending is my best friend because it is the one that lets me be anything and at the same time hides what is real.

We all have our stories we won't ever tell.

I did not tell him the prophecy. I watched him eat and fingered my rage as if it were a knife's point. I wanted to keep it sharp for as long as I could.

As I ran, I promised myself that if I ever saw him again, I would keep my thoughts behind my eyes. I had learned, now, what it would cost me if I did not.

I sat frozen, afraid to move lest I give myself away. I am bound to this war.

I could have cast an illusion over the island to keep them away, I had the power to do it.

I knew he killed men every day; he came home wet with their blood, stains he scrubbed from his skin before dinner. But there were moments, like now, when that knowledge overwhelmed me.

I thought of telling him about the quarrel with Pasiphaë, but I did not want her there with us.

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.

Brains are an asset, if you hide them.

58. "Love is something so ugly that the human race would die out if lovers could see what they were doing" (Leonardo da Vinci).

He thinks of his grief over his sister as an entity that is horribly and painfully attached to him, the way a jellyfish might adhere to your skin or a goitre or an abscess. He pictures it as viscid, amorphous, spiked, hideous to behold. He finds it unbelievable that no one else can see it. Don't mind that, he would say, it's just my grief. Please ignore it and carry on with what you were saying.

A glover will only ever want the skin, the surface, the outer layer. Everything else is useless, an inconvenience, an unnecessary mess. She thinks of the private cruelty behind something as beautiful and perfect as a glove.

She feels it; he feels it. They know it and they know each other's thoughts and they sense each other's actions and fears. She does not know why this is or where it might lead, but she knows it must remain hidden, and silent as the tongue in his head.

Doktorlar?n koÅŸturmas?n? iyiye iÅŸaret olmad???n? biliyordum. Normalde duygular?n? belli etmemeyi öÄŸrenmiÅŸ, soÄŸukkanl? ve mant?kl? insanlard?. Fakat yüzlerindeki bu maskenin kayd???-telaÅŸland?klar? ya da seslerini yükselttikleri- an, kayg?lanman?z gerekirdi.

Mainly, she lived. She got on with the small acts of life. She continued to ensure that - in the phrase she always used inside her own head - she got away with it. No one found her out.

My wife who, just a moment ago, was a dark, forbidding figure with a gun, a long gray coat, and a hat like Death's hood, she has shucked off the sou'wester and transmogrified back to her usual incarnation.

and so I took hers. I did. And no one ever worked it out, so I suppose

Yo no le había puesto nombre. No tenía palabras. Creía que si no hablaba no existía. Las cosas que no se nombran se olvidan o desaparecen. Por eso me costaba tanto explicárselo a alguien

The thing about the Nazis," Ruud said, "is that they're paranoid, but they never see what's right under their noses. If they did, Hitler wouldn't wear that bloody silly little moustache.

The problem with Western culture is that it is a show-off culture that intimidates. This is why it is generating so much death, loss and displacement. To perform ritual for show is to generate some kind of death or loss. Concealment of ritual is an act of life preservation because it is only in its concealment that needs are met that cannot be met in any other way. If

Down here everything is symbol and mystery.

las luces apagadas para evitar verse, tres ciegos reunidos a la hora más triste del día

Tímido y sin estrategia frente al mundo y, sobre todo, frente al amor, Unamuno supo parapetarse entre sus medias luces del norte, salir a dar gritos y vivir emboscado, a la defensiva en su agresividad. Agresividad hosca de alguien que se esconde detrás de sus propias voces como una braña.