Quotes About Secrets

Secrets have always been easy for me, it's the opposite of secrets that is hard.

Secrets of the adult universe, forbidden for children to know: how beauty and suffering are intertwined.

A library is a mausoleum: books of the dead. And so many. And so many secrets lost to him forever. Hadn't time for it all and if he couldn't do it all then there was no point in doing any of it. For such an effort would be like drawing a single breath in the knowledge that you would not draw another. You were fated to suffocate, to die. You were fated to become extinct.

These are open secrets, so to speak. Of the kind we dare not articulate, for fear of wounding those close to us.

What a person is in secret, he becomes -- in politics.

Some of the girls with steady boyfriends even hinted at or informed their boyfriends they were having their periods. Marianne couldn't imagine such openness, such intimacy. She'd never been that close to any boy, had had countless friends who were boys, yet few boyfriends with all that implied of specialness, possessiveness. Sharing secrets. No, not even her brothers, not even Patrick she adored.

Secrets! As a child you come to see the world's crisscrossed with them like electromagnetic waves, maybe even held together by them. But you can't know. Not, as kids say, for sure. And if you blunder by accident into a secret it's like you've pushed open a door where you thought was just a wall. You can look through, if you're brave or reckless enough you can even step inside—taking a chance what you'll learn is worth what it costs.

Because Judson Andrew Mulvaney was the last born of the Mulvaney children. Because I was Babyface, Dimple, Ranger, I was the last to know everything: good news or bad, and probably there were lots of things I never knew at all.

One day, Mom removed the soiled, torn prom dress from the hack of Marianne's closet where it was hidden. She hadn't needed to ask Marianne where the dress was. Found it, unerring, without wishing to examine it; wadded it into a ball and stuffed it in a paper bag with other household trash. Mom's eyes gleaming with tears, but she wasn't crying, nor was Marianne. Not a word uttered.

The thing about secrets is they keep you in a prison. Once you share, WHOOSH, there is a release.

Pony eyed the pitcher of hot fudge sauce Nellie had placed on the table. "And if you pass that pitcher, I will reveal a nugget of information that will please you and instantly return me to your good goddess graces." Nellie pushed the pitcher forward. "Spill. Not the fudge sauce. The info.

Was our father a Vesper?" Erasmus took a careful sip of coffee. He leaned back and blew out a sigh as he stared out at the square. Then he took off his sunglasses. His eyes looked tired. He leaned forward again, his big hands cradling the cup. With every move and gesture Amy felt her heart sink. She wanted to run as far and as fast as she could to escape what was coming next. "Yes," Erasmus said.

You don't know what it's like, he whispered. To have the serum in your head.

April May had been hacked.

Did you know Nellie could fly a plane? Amy shook her head. I guess it never came up. Lots of things don't come up with Nellie. Until they do.

You never know who anybody is. Even the people closest to you.

She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave.

She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave.

Why the hell didn't we just stay friends? That felt reasonably good. We had fun. I could tell him anything. Of course, he never told me very much about himself, but it didn't matter as much then. Now look at us. Throw some sex into the mix and it's like putting too much yeast in bread. It's all very fizzy and light and wonderful, but then is rises too high and can't support it's own weight and the whole thing falls flat.

Meryl Streep disclosed in an interview with Gene Siskel that for every role she gives herself a secret, something which her character would not want others to know, and which she herself conceals from her co-stars; in "Kramer vs. Kramer" her secret was that she never had loved her husband.

They were married by a justice of the peace when Ed got out of the service. The young lawyer, who wasn't that young anymore, threw a party for them in his backyard. Tawny didn't invite Darlene. Didn't even tell Ed her mother was living.

Most malls are haunted. Did you know that?

I prefer to hide unsettling things and let them build into life-scarring neuroses.

siempre puede empezar a hacer cosas pequeñas de una forma grandiosa. Aquí reside el secreto.