Quotes About Concealment

You are walking around with your head on fire and no one can see the flames.

It frightened me, how close violence is to the civilized surface of a human being. It wasn't the violence itself that was the worry, it was the amount of effort they'd gone to conceal it. A Homo sapiens was a primitive hunter who had woken each day with the knowledge he could kill.

This must be the hardest bit about being a spy, she thought. The emotion people store in you, like a bad investment.

This must be the hardest bit about being a spy, she thought. The emotion people store in you, like a bad investment. You feel like you are robbing people of something.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at my face until it was not my face. I went back to the table and sat down and I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling.

It frightened me, how close violence is to the civilized surface of a human being. It wasn't the violence itself that was the worry, it was the amount of effort they'd gone to conceal it. A Homo sapiens was a primitive hunter who had woken each day with the knowledge he could kill. And now, the equivalent knowledge was only that he would wake up each day and buy something.

a planet of things wrapped inside things. Food inside wrappers. Bodies inside clothes. Contempt inside smiles. Everything was hidden away.

M-a speriat cat de aproape e violenta de suprafata civilizata a fiintei umane. In violenta in sine ma ingrijora, ci cantitatea de efort pe care o depuneau pentru a o ascunde. Un homo sapiens fusese un vanator primitiv care se desteptase in fiecare zi cunoscand faptul car ar putea ucide.

It frightened me, how close violence is to the civilized surface of a human being. It wasn't the violence itself that was the worry, it was the amount of effort they'd gone to conceal it.

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.

I suppose the way I understand my life is as a kind of Russian doll, with different versions inside other versions, each one enclosing the other, whereby the life before isn't seen from the outside but is still there.

I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling. To act normal would be to feel a bit more normal. I acted normal.

Con el tiempo, comprendí que aquel era un planeta de cosas envueltas dentro de cosas: comida dentro de envoltorios, cuerpos dentro de ropas, odio dentro de sonrisas. Todo se escondía.

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.

White people in his experience were far more transparent. The most hateful rarely bothered to conceal their hostility, and when for some reason they did try to hide their feelings, they generally exhibited all the guile of five-year-olds, who cannot imagine that the world sees them other than as they wish to be seen.

In the Orwellian dystopia the original sin was thoughtcrime, but in our new corporate dystopia the secret inner crime is need, particularly financial need. People in America hide financial need like they hide sexual perversions.

I wrote a book under a pen name, Bic.

It is last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves, To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man.

I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference.

He concealed his own misery, that he might draw them into the like: thus he still deceives sinners into their own ruin.

All men and women flee from the witnesses of their wrongdoings.

When we shrink from the sight of something, when we shroud it in euphemism, that is usually a sign of inner conflict, of unsettled hearts, a sign that something has gone wrong in our moral reasoning.

La bonté de l'homme est une flamme qu'on peut cacher, mais qu'on ne peut jamais éteindre

Les médiocres me tolère que d'être entourés de flateurs qui leur cachent à eux-même leur médiocrité.