Quotes About Concealment

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We realize we can't go around saying and doing what we're actually thinking and feeling. If we all did that, life would be a lunatic asylum. Indeed, that's how you know you're talking to a lunatic. Lunatics are those poor souls who have lost their inner communication and so they allow themselves to say and do exactly what they are thinking and feeling and that's why they're mad.

The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. If to be fair is to be beautiful, he said, who can compare with me in my white mask? Who can compare with him in his white mask? I asked Death beside me. Who can compare with me? said Death, for I am paler still. You are very beautiful, sighed the Clown, turning his powdered face from the mirror.

What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes, and the eyes of others...And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what?

Woodget glanced into the dim shadows behind the trees. What you be hiding fer? he called. On such a night as this even the greatest may hide and not be ashamed, came the response.

Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge.

That's one hell of a secret life you live, Miss Abigail.

Everyone wants a revelation, but no one wants to be revealed.

so he refolded his smile and put it away.

A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.

Ce que cache mon langage, mon corps le dit» Roland Barthes (Fragments d'un discours amoureux)

the amorous subject wonders, not whether he should declare his love to the loved being,..., but to what degree he should conceal the turbulences of his passion, his desires, his distresses: in short, his excesses.

I want you to know that I don't want to show my feelings; that is the message I address to the other...I advance pointing to my mask.

I love you is in my head; but I imprison it behind my lips. I do not divulge. I say silently to who is no longer or is not yet the other: *I keep myself from loving you*

One scandalized British soldier complained that the American riflemen "conceal themselves behind trees etc. till an opportunity presents itself of taking a shot at our advance sentries, which done, they immediately retreat. What an unfair method of carrying on a war!

having warned the children not to mention the nose

From boyhood, Washington had struggled to master and conceal his deep emotions. When the wife of the British ambassador later told him that his face showed pleasure at his forthcoming departure from the presidency, Washington grew indignant: "You are wrong. My countenance never yet betrayed my feelings!

Confidentially I prefer not to have it known where I am.

I do not wish to have it known now or at any time.

Keeping up the pose of indifference must have taken its own toll.

He was now a master puppeteer, adroitly manipulating his marionettes, with the strings artfully concealed.

Englishmen do love to bury one thing so completely in another that the two can only be separated by force: peanuts in candy, indigo in glass, Africans in irons.

The Higgs is like a toilet. It hides all the messy details

What's the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where's the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach