Quotes About Secrets

Alyss had kissed him good-bye and then whispered a few private words in his ear.

He wondered if he should mention the fact that Halt had been looking for her, then decided that, if he did so, his wife might hit him with the wooden serving ladle that lay close to her right hand. "Of course," he said, hiding his smile. He noted with relief that Sandra moved her hand away from the heavy ladle.

our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...

you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...

you forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood...

Around lunchtime, Shanann received confirmation from Amazon that the Hold Me Tight book had been delivered. She then texted Chris to check his mail—which he did, throwing the unopened package straight into the garage dumpster.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

I was tired of secrets, tired of seeing things I was not supposed to see. And so I just cried.

Her mother wanted to sell the Hush. The girl wanted its secrets. It was an old argument.

Jack laughed, and the sound frightened him because there was no rationality in it. It sounded broken and wild, and that's exactly how childhood with Johnny had ended, not in quietness and time, but in a sudden rush of secrets and death and superstitious dread.

Even in a place like this, there are dark corners.

But childhood was not all good, nor were its lessons. Good came with the bad, as dark did with light and weakness with strength. Nothing was simple or pure; everyone had secrets. What

There are two secrets to a successful marriage. The first is having a husband who makes you laugh. The second is never telling your husband what you're laughing at.

To tell tales out of school.

Three may keep counsel, if two be away.

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You've got that look about you, like you've seen more than you should have.

History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose.

Mr. Lindell's English classes are meant to make you think I guess about yourself and people and everything. Some of the kids say it's pretty weird but they're more honest in English than they are anywhere else and they say more about what they feel...Everything that's said in English etches itself clearly and sharply in my mind like letters carved neatly into deep frost. But I never let them see how eagerly I listen.

As one broods over these queer collections, it seems easier to understand - with an understanding which is not, I hope, distorted in the other direction - this strange spirit, who was tempted by the Devil to believe at the time when within these walls he. was solving so much, that he could reach all the secrets of God and Nature by the pure power of mind Copernicus and Faustus in one.

If everyone slept with the person he or she had secretly fallen in love with, the world would be chaos.

She didn't know how any woman anywhere conducted an affair without having the ear of a best friend.

Secrets become lies, and lies end up destroying you and everyone you care about.

Does he think about us? I wonder. Or does he have a vault in his brain where he locks us, and all the feelings he has for us, away?