Quotes About Concealment

Whatsoever you hide goes on growing, and whatsoever you expose, if it is wrong it disappears, evaporates in the sun, and if it is right it is nourished.

So much of my life has been about self-effacement, pretense, masquerading, concealment, and indirection.

Behind every mask... is another mask.

Everyone wears a mask. I just chose to create my own.

We all wear masks. Mine are just better-crafted.

The omitting the Word will be regarded as an Endeavour to conceal a principle of which we are ashamed.

Either hide this well or destroy it. It was the family motto.

the worst culprits were the ones who were secretly battling with their own feelings.

On the outside she might appear cool, but inside her heart felt as though it was disintegrating like a digestive dropped in hot tea

For some unknown reason, success usually occurs in private, while failure occurs in full view.

Sometimes we don't see what it is we don't want to see.

We get so much in the habit of wearing a disguise before others that we eventually appear disguised before ourselves.

Secrets are like pregnancies hereabouts. You can hide them for a while but then they will start screaming.

It's certain that you cannot tell from how a person works or how a person strolls behind her hens what kind of life they live in secrecy.

Like the sodomite, "normal" men looked and acted like any non-queer man in Chicago, and so they too fit seamlessly into, and went unrecognized by, society. The investigator did learn, however, that they had a way of recognizing each other, often wearing red neckties to signal to others in the know that they were queer.

He looked older, too, like a man sucking it up, wrestling with problems he had been trying to conceal. This Norm saw as progress

There is only one plot—things are not what they seem.

It is my theory that what others don't see you've eaten doesn't count.

For someone who is invisible, why am I the only one in this family who can't seem to master the art of disappearing?

Not even Necessity knows all ends.

No one sees me changing, but who sees me? I am my own hiding place.

It's like I'm carrying around this huge secret that I'm never supposed to tell. But since I don't remember just what I'm supposed to keep secret, I'm afraid I'll tell it by mistake.

His [(Rumpelstiltskin)] feeling that his name, which is his identity, must be kept secret, or else he'll be revealed to the world as the hunchbacked, shriveled, ridiculous creature he knows himself to be. And if that happens, he'll disappear.

The secret of life," say the Utes, "is in the shadows and not in the open sun; to see anything at all, you must look deeply into the shadow of a living thing.