Quotes About Concealment

We think that boxes take everything that's bad and they lock all that nasty stuff out, when in reality they take everything that we are and they lock all of those great things in.

I'm a simple person who hides thousand feelings behind one wide, happy smile.

Life is always a mystery, smiles may be worn to hide tears, those who seem happy may be keeping in their hearts, some pain so severe.

Im just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it. I'm not always right, but I hate admitting I'm wrong. I'm always smiling, but its not always real. I can be read like an open book, but I hide so much. I work hard at things, but I dont always get what I deserve. I'm just a girl.

Everyone has three lives; a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

Birth, life, and death -- each took place on the hidden side of a leaf

The more you hide your feelings, the more they show. The more you deny your feelings, the more they grow.

I act like I'm fine. Everyone thinks I'm okay, yet when the lights are off & I'm all alone, that is when the tears start to fall.

Gilberte belonged, during those years at least, to the most widespread variety of human ostriches, the kind that bury their heads not in the hope of not being seen, which they consider highly improbable, but in the hope of not seeing that they can be seen, which seems to them something to the good and enables them to leave the rest to chance.

he never dared to allow this smile a definite expression on his features,

For the most dangerous of all forms of concealment is that of the crime itself in the mind of the guilty party. His permanent consciousness of it prevents him from imagining how generally it is unknown, how readily a complete lie would be accepted, and on the other hand from realising at what degree of truth other people will detect, in words which he believes to be innocent, a confession.

Let us simply recall the wish to appear natural and forthcoming, the instinctive movement to conceal a secret lovers' meeting, a mixture of modesty and ostentation, the need to speak of what is so pleasant to ourselves and to show that we are loved, a partial understanding of what the other person already knows, or guesses, which, outrunning or falling short of his understanding, constantly over- or under-estimates it, the involuntary drive to take risks or to cut one's losses.

And then my thoughts, did not they form a similar sort of hiding-hole, in the depths of which I felt that I could bury myself and remain invisible even when I was looking at what went on outside?

But if Mme. Sherbatoff did not look at the audience, remained in shadow, it was to try to forget that there existed a living world which she passionately desired and was unable to know

Often those who hide their possession from everyone do so only for fear that the loved object will be taken away from them. And their happiness, by this prudent choice of silence, is diminished.

That is rather Pelléas, too," I suggested to Mme de Cambremer-Legrandin. "You know the scene I mean." "Of course I do" was what she said; but "I haven't the faintest idea" was the message proclaimed by her voice and features, which did not mould themselves to the shape of any recollection, and by her smile, which floated in the air, without support.

She refrained from uttering it? So at least I long believed, for at that time I still supposed that it was by means of words that one communicated the truth to others.

Cuando a través de la vida una ha sido una mujer reservada y pudorosa, y con serios intentos de lealtad salpicando esta monotonía, resulta dificilísimo reconocer el deseo. Éste se escapa, esquivo, huye de rama en rama, aflora sólo para volver a ocultarse, temible, a disfrazar los sentires, dejando el interior sin manejo alguno, impredecible.

For some reason I want to keep a secret. I want to cup it in my hands and keep it safe like an egg. I want to old it in the corner of my cheek where it is safe and dark.

For some reason I want to keep a secret. I want to cup it in my hands and keep it safe like an egg. I want to fold it in the corner of my cheek where it is safe and dark." -Without Tess, Marcella Pixley

For some reason I want to keep a secret. I want to cup it in my hands and keep it safe like an egg. I want to fold it in the corner of my cheek where it is safe and dark.

Never tell a man you can read him through and through; most people prefer to be thought enigmas.

Slide by with a lie; don't admit it till you quit it. It

He took out the sidearm. Thumbed the magazine release. A full load, hollow-points. Body armor would stop them, but if they hit flesh, they'd shred on impact, tiny razors spinning inside fragile tissue. Two spare magazines, though why he would need that many rounds he couldn't imagine.