Quotes About Concealment

We live in the age of the secret and of fear. You must have two faces. Show one to the crowd, and keep the other for yourself and your Creator. If you want to keep your eyes, your ears and your tongue, forget that you have them.

Lamia, Lamia, comment pourrais-tu cacher ta beauté ?

We are so used to the elephant in the room that sometimes we forget it is there

This is what's beautiful about staying in a club or hotel: you're invisible, as is your neighbour.

How do you lose a word? Does it vanish into your memory, like an old toy in a cupboard, and lie hidden in the cobwebs and dust, waiting to be cleaned out or rediscovered?

But sometimes when you wore a mask for a very long time, it became your face. And Shobha had worn the mask of a strong woman for so long, no one, including her, bothered to look beneath it to see the fragile mess she was. *

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.

I don't think people can help it. We play with fire and tell ourselves we're just lighting a modest, necessary candle. We know discretion is called for and everything in us cries out to be seen, to spread our feathers.

Carny people'd punch you in the face before they'd let you tell them your troubles and strangle their own selves before they'd tell you theirs.

I got by. I lived amputated, which sounds worse than it felt. I learned to do all kinds of large and small tasks, with part of me missing, and I feel pretty sure that the people who watched me in the world thought I was entirely able-bodied.

The last time I saw Kate she was crossing a street, the day before I left town. I turned my head and pretended not to notice her doing the same thing. These are the daily lies that she and I have lived. And the biggest lie of all is that I am here. What kind of a friend am I?

That the person in my skin was so plain to someone else, I didn't expect it. How is it you can see the guy I've hidden mostly from myself?

The Wheel of the Sun" I beg you Hide your face from me. Draw the tissue of your head-gear Over your eyes. For I am blinded by your beauty, And my heart is strained, And aches, Before you. In the street, You spread a brightness where you walk, And I see your lifting silks And rejoice; But I cannot look up to your face. You melt my strength, And set my knees to trembling. Shadow yourself that I may love you, For now it is too great a pain.

You don't know what it's like to have to hide all the time.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

Losing myself is so second nature to me by now that I'm always surprised when it's noticed by others.

I lied and called it "nothing," simply because it was too exhausting to lay it all out.

The pseudonym for God when He did not want to sign.

Behind each wall are ears listening

We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.

What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.

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Also, now that I know roughly who I am, I want to close my eyes and hide from it.