Quotes About Concealment

Tu sais pourquoi Jean Barbek s'est arrêté de parler? lui demande-t-il. - C'est une des nombreuses choses qu'il n'a jamais dites.

Chi avrebbe mai pagato per farsi smascherare da un pittore e per apprendere in casa quello che di se stesso si affannava a nascondere tutti i giorni?

It hurts too much so I don't want to talk about it.

She was of traditional build herself, but her figure was largely concealed by the folds of a generously cut shift dress made out of a flecked green fabric. It was like a tent, thought Mma Ramotswe--a camouflage tent of the sort that the Botswana Defence Force might use. But I do not sit in judgement on the dresses of others, she told herself, and a tent was a practical enough garment, if that is what one felt comfortable in.

There were times when one thought the opposite of what one really felt. That was very common, and this was an example of exactly that.

Were there any idle people left? In the past, there had seemed to be plenty of those, but they had either stopped being idle or had managed to conceal their idleness behind a façade of being busy.

Something happens to people when they're masked. They become too free, uncivilized. They may do anything.

represents their "death" to the world as they

Now an enemy is never so near and consequently so threatening, as when he has completely disappeared.

You instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians- that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess.

death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.

It is joy to be hidden, but disaster not to be found.

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

Her mask gave no sign of how this affected her.

South. `But no name?, 'No, Guido. But I'll keep

It is better to exist unknow to the law.--Irish Proverb

come out in daylight unless

She thought there was a curious hardness about her, as if her beauty was a deceptively rich topsoil, thinly spread over rock.… Finding that no one was looking in her direction, Mrs. Pollifax reached into her purse and surreptitiously examined her passport. Mrs. Lovecraft was absolutely right: there

I was consumed by a selfishness and arrogance that I didn't dare let go of until I found a new persona to hide behind.

But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.

Big companies are like marching bands. Even if half the band is playing random notes, it still sounds kind of like music. The concealment of failure is built into them.

There are prisons within prisons, and skins within skins. You can't always see who someone is just by looking in his eyes. Sometimes, others are there.

it's hidden, even from her." Frey laughed. "We both know that's not true anymore. I wasn't there in person,

Perhaps this was one of the reasons for her reticence. She knew that he was keeping a huge part of his life from her.