Quotes About Concealment

A woman can hide her love for 40 years, but her disgust and anger not for one day

When your look at me I look like nothing is bothering me but once you look away and I look at you a tear slowly comes rolling down my cheek and I whisper: I miss you....

I look out the window, a jammed-up feeling growing inside. Am I going to cry? Or is it something else? My eyes are dry, but I feel like something wants to burst out of me. I focus on the empty road outside. Hold back. Hold it in. Keep your mouth shut, Jenna. Keep it shut. Shut. Shut.

Ragged clothes?" He grabbed my hand and examined it. "Chipped nails? Those aren't enough to disguise what's inside. You'll always be you, Lia. You can't run from that.

Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

A war raged inside her, one she held back, biting it off like a poisonous snake with disturbing self-control.

I have two arms but not a bone, I can't be hurt with knife or stone. I have a head but lack a face, I don't need eyes to match your pace. I'm shifty, a thief, a trick of the eyes, My robes are made of mystery and lies. I am short, I am thin, I am monstrous and tall, But when midnight comes, I am nothing at all.

Kazimyrah, I would sometimes whisper to myself as I slunk away with a meal hidden beneath my coat, because there were days even I forgot who I had once been.

Could his amnesia be a way of concealing that loss from himself because remembering would be unbearable? Mariah was an anchor in high winds, but she knew surprisingly little about his life.

I could feel formality wrapping around me, covering me like plastic wrap on leftover roast.

A novelist is an elephant, but an elephant who must pretend to forget.

broke into my house in the middle of the night and barged into our bedroom with a gun in her hand, she was the one who ended up dead. Even though I had accidentally shot her during a scuffle, we agreed that the best thing for us to do was to cover it up.

In all men is evil sleeping; the good man is he who will not awaken it, in himself or in other men.

The real secrets are not the ones I tell.

That is how they stay so white: by refusing to accept blemish or history. Whiteness isn't about being something, it is about being no thing, nothing, an erasure. Covering over the truth with layers of blank reality just as the snowstorm was now covering our tent...(225)

Cada cual mira los acontecimientos desde su esquina, con el rostro vuelto hacia la pared para no ver lo que no quiere.

Hidden love is better than open hate.

Hide your talents and success will hide from you.

The most difficult person to hide from is yourself.

We only reveal what we want other people to know, right? It's like we create fictional characters for the public. And inside we're somebody totally different.

This was, I would later realise, a planet of things wrapped inside things. Food inside wrappers. Bodies inside clothes. Contempt inside smiles. Everything was hidden away.

The weirdest thing about a mind is that you can have the most intense things going on in there but no one else can see them. The world shrugs.

The past is never gone. It just hides.

But, as C.S. Lewis once put it, 'The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say "My tooth is aching" than to say "My heart is broken".