Quotes About Concealment

He uses his folly like a stalking horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

There are a sort of men whose visagesDo cream and mantle like a standing pond.

Duke: And what's her history?Viola: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,And with a green and yellow melancholy,She sat like Patience on a monument,Smiling at grief.

Is it a world to hide virtues in?

I wear notMy dagger in my mouth.

A deed without a name.

We have done but greenly,In hugger-mugger to inter him.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearThe very stones prate of my whereabout.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

I don't want people to know me. I want them to believe my version.

Some things God has revealed; others remain mysteries.

His was not an easy face to read, and no one could have told that in the past half hour he had suffered the worst knock of his life. Except that he no longer whistled into the wind or talked to his irritable mare, there was nothing to show.

I'll never find out now What A. thought of me. If B. ever forgave me in the end. Why C. pretended everything was fine. What part D. played in E.'s silence. What F. had been expecting, if anything. Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well. What H. had to hide. What I. wanted to add. If my being around meant anything to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.

God likes to appear to us in this way. He does not come in the form of God but in the form of man, without making any declaration that He is Jehovah God.

Not surprisingly, because too much attention to one object leads to distraction, this one object conceals everything else, and when we focus on one point on the map we know that all other points are eluding us.

I was in a conversation with a student here, on the campus, yesterday, and she, after we were, I think we had coffee or dinner or something, there were several of us, I have to add that in for those mind of yours that run astray, and she asked me, she told me that "We'll I'm surprised that you're not what I expected," and I said what do you mean. And she said "Well I was looking for you horns," and so I told her I have them, but I keep them hidden unless someone draws them out.

That the greater part of mankind are deluded by the splendour of royalty, I am not at all surprised; for the multitude appear to me to judge of people as happy or miserable principally from what they see. And royalty exhibits to the world conspicuously, and unfolded fully to the view, those objects which are esteemed of the highest value; while it keeps the troubles of kings concealed in the inmost recesses of the soul, where both the happiness and the misery of mankind reside.

Everybody is wearing a mask. It's in literature that true life can be found. It's under the mask of fiction that you can tell the truth.

You're safe only when you can't see anybody.

Any kind of uncertainty caused him pain, so we were determined to hide the time that had passed and the memories he'd lost.

I'll keep you safe, here in my secret room.

Grey faces in libraries around the world mask inner lives of considerable emotional volatility. We know