Quotes About Concealment

It is our birthright to uncover the soul—to remove the layers of fear or shame or apathy or cynicism that conceal it.

Never show how smart you are, dears, or someone will envy you.

to be kept a secret from the military

One went on and on, never dreaming of the sudden dreadful day when the coverings were going to be dropped and one would see it was death after all, that it had been death all the time, death pretending, death waiting

How can you hide from what never goes away? --Heraclitus

Chroniclers can edit names out as easily as visionaries can noise them abroad.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Lima lo obligaba a uno a andarse inventando trucos y aventuras para ocultar tanto miedo.

All the same I wouldn't laugh about it, if I was you," Défago added, looking over Simpson's shoulder into the shadows. "There's places in there nobody won't never see into — nobody knows what lives in there either.

Do not menion them more than you help. Do not refer to them by name. To name is to reveal; it is the inevitable clue, and our only hope lies in ignoring them, in order that they may ignore us.

The editor was often called a Bolshevist—as who is not in these days? For language is given us not only to conceal thought, but often to prevent it, and every now and then when the problems of the world become too complex and too vital, some one stops all thought on a subject by inventing a tag, like "witch" in the seventeenth century, or "Bolshevist" in the twentieth. Ben

if they told their own stories, our whole society could fall apart. They have to think it's nothing. But—

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

Didn't want anyone to find me, not yet.

I can't tell you a thing.

Magic isn't easily identified

I don't feel like I am where you are; I'm not in the world except by appearance.

Billions hide me before I can arise on my golden wings or something

Everything I think's private. I don't want the dead or telepaths to hear my mind.

I have to cover up a lot of parts of me. Everyone does.

She could die now; no one would see it, her.

Cloaking what? A further horror.

so by degrees I became invisible in that spotted sick-room light and nobody found me there.

All around me, the night lived its secret life.