Quotes About Concealment

aunque yo sabía perfectamente que esa disposición era falsa, tan falsa como la mía, una disposición de apariencia alegre que escondía una sensación de vacío, de tristeza y desconsuelo ante nuestra propia reacción frente al vacío.

El cielo era una manta tapada por una manta que a su vez tapaba otra manta aún más gruesa y húmeda.

Only my pain is more silent than my anger.

Somewhere inside me, a madman raged in his cell, but I chose not to know of that.

There is power in the keeping of a secret, and power in the revelation of a secret. Sometimes it takes very wise man to discern which is the path to greater power.

Silence keeps a secret. I understand.' I

The next was a girl with her face and arms painted white, in a gown decorated with gilt to mimic golden thread. Gilded, too, was her crown of feathers and rooster heads, and in her hands a scepter that looked more like a feather duster.

Your wolf still looks out of your eyes. You think that if you stand perfectly still, no one will see you.

I told myself that I clenched my lips shut because it was the nobler thing to do, to keep these secrets to myself was better than to let the truth destroy her. Did I lie to myself, then? Don't we all?

You've learned to guard your thoughts so well, you're almost afraid to let yourself know what they are.

He was stupid, stupid, stupid, and his only hope of surviving was in not letting anyone else know how stupid he was.

I would never... do you understand me? I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never." "And that, too, is a thing that we both have known for years. A thing that never needed speaking, those words that I must now carry with me for the rest of my life. We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever.

They would know me for what I was. An assassin, like my father before me. The Destroyer from their dreams.

Is there nothing private anymore?" "Only the things we keep from ourselves," she replied sadly. She

After all, he had secrets to keep about his sexual identity and behavior, and having a wife made him look more 'normal' than not having one. I guess that was what he meant when he said he needed me.

His smile was constant, which was a signal—you only smile when something makes you smile. If you smile all the time, you're hiding something.

Hand still on her holster, she tucked herself beside the ice coolers and peered through the open door.

She tucked closer to the wall making herself less of a target.

overheard her." "And

Somebody is always hiding something.

History taught that the cover-up was always worse than the crime.

War welcomed and concealed the most heinous of crimes

I should have been sending up flares, instead I was offering smiles.

We count so much on politeness, those of us who are hiding things. We count on people not staring too long, or asking too many questions.