Quotes About Secrets

left my box of cubicle gear in the trunk, stashed like a dead body. I pasted on a smile and walked into the house. My mother was just hanging up the phone and looked exultant. "Guess what?" she said.

Who better to confess to than a dying woman?

Those who try to grasp on to the mystery will never succeed. Only those who let it slip their fingers will come to know it, and hear its secrets

In seventy years, I've never told a blessed soul.

His mother was exacting revenge because he'd dared to marry me, and his father—well, we weren't exactly sure. Either

Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything. -A

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...

Never under estimate a pretty little liar.

I suppose I could let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, yadda yadda. But where's the fun in that? These pretty little bitches got everything I ever wanted, and now I'm going to make sure they get exactly what they deserve. Does that make me sound awful? Sorry, but as every pretty little liar knows, sometimes the truth's ugly-and it always hurts. I'll be watching.... Mwah! -A

The best secrets are the most twisted

Only two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Aria: I went to Hollis. Because I was looking for...you know. Her. She was teaching an art class, so I ran inside, grabbed a paintbrush, and painted a scarlet A across her chest. You know, like that woman in The Scarlet Letter? It was awesome. She didn't know what hit her. And then I said, 'Now everyone will know what you've done'. Ella: Do you realize that Hester Prynne is supposed to be a sympathetic character?

I'll be watching. -A

Did you really believe I was Toby? Puh-lease. I would have killed myself too. I mean, honestly - ew. He totally had it coming. Karma's a bitch, and so am I - just ask Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer....

She knew too much. -A

Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.

Lie. Lie to everyone until you know the truth.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.

It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

Theres this other half of him i dont know of, its like he is trying it keep it a secret.... if he would just let me inside so i can help

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.