Quotes About Concealment

What news? There's nothing to tell. I'm a nun.

They had all glossed over what was wrong and declined to acknowledge reality.

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Caris ne plaçait pas grande confiance dans les pouvoirs des os d'un saint mort depuis belle lurette pour guérir un homme dont la tête avait été fracassée aujourd'hui, mais elle s'abstint de le montrer, naturellement. Elle ne partageait pas les vues du commun des mortels. Le sachant, elle gardait les siennes par-devers elle. Enfin, le plus souvent.

He was right about that. A secret was a weapon. But more than that, the possession of knowledge that others did not share always filled Rollo with elation. He could hug it to himself at night and feel powerful.

More was revealed in a human face than a human being can bear face to face.

Then the trembling starts to get worse. This must be how they begin, he thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually shut-ins and finally cross-offs. But first the cover-up . . .

They wouldn't be so cocky if they knew what me and the moon had going.

The power of the visible is the invisible.

Power revealed is power sacrificed. The truly powerful exert their influence in ways unseen, unfelt. Some would say that a thing visible is a thing vulnerable.

A disease is farther on the road to being cured when it breaks forth from concealment and manifests its power.

Power broken into a thousand pieces can be hidden and disowned.

Big people never scare me. I am a little man. I can easily hide.

First rule to be a photographer, you have to be invisible.

If there is a God that has special plans for humans, then He has taken very great pains to hide His concern for us. To me it would seem impolite if not impious to bother such a God with our prayers.

Beware of the danger signals that flag problems: silence, secretiveness, or sudden outburst.

The relationship between the make-up man and the film actor is that of accomplices in crime

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: How in my words somever she be shent, To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Therefore think him as a serpent's eggWhich, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,And kill him in the shell.