Quotes About Secrets

I bet you thought I was Alison, didn't you? Well, sorry, but I'm not. Duh. She's dead.

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

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead." -Benjamin Franklin.

Sigo aquí, putas. Y lo sé todo. —A.

Mona played with dolls, I play with body parts. Game on bitches. -A

And sometimes you just don't know what's going on inside of people. People always seem so perfect on the surface. But it's not always the case. Everyone hides things.

Secrets can eat you alive. They break down your soul. It's better to have things out in the open.

Alison was great at keeping secrets, but she was also great at punishing people with the truth." - Jason Dilaurentis, Pretty Little Liars

I do believe, girls, that Mr. Emo Boy is next. - Laurel

It's not fun to keep secrets. But sometimes you have to do it to protect yourself. And to protect people around you.

Scarlet and I hadn't . . . done things . . . in a long, long time." A blotch of red crept up Jack's neck. "So when she said that—it was for the camera. For her audience. There's no way it was true. Or, well, there's no way it was mine.

Sometimes, a family is like an ear of summer corn: It might look perfect on the outside, but when you peel the husk away, every kernel is rotten.

Scarlet's whole life . . . Some things aren't exactly what you think." A chill shot through Delilah. "What do you mean?" Was Scarlet still alive?

And I know something you don't know... I know where your twin sister is. Emma. I've been watching her for weeks. I found her for you, Sutton. - Ethan

She thought about how Chase had looked at her at Scarlet's funeral reception—like she was the worst person on earth. And the fact that he hadn't reached out to her at all this week. Just as she was worried that Scarlet had somehow contacted Camille before she died, she feared that Scarlet had told Chase, too. It could explain why he'd stayed away from her.

Anybody's who's that obsessed with solving someone's murder obviously has something to hide.

People keep things from people all the time.

rocks at each other. One of them was Mike Montgomery, her old friend Aria's little brother.

There's a lot you can't tell about people, looking in from the outside.

You spill a lot of beans in historical fiction. Crime fiction is about spilling no beans at all. You spill the least beans you possibly can. So because I had already written historical fiction before I was really good at the spilling beans section, but the new skill I had to learn when I was writing Brighton Belle was difficult. I had to avoid the equivalent of shouting, "this character's a murderer! Look who did it!.

The scraps of information she'd gathered knocked against each other, like balls in a pinball machine in one of the arcades on the front. Secrets drew her in every time – the unsaid.

A Boy Out of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes-- Men die by millions now, because God blunders, Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.

I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, And I know the path they take Up heaven's broad blue stair. I know secrets of men By the look of their eyes, Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts Have made me sad and wise. But your eyes are dark to me Though they seem to call and call– I cannot tell if you love me Or do not love me at all. I know many things, But the years come and go, I shall die not knowing The thing I long to know.

I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, And I know the path they take Up heaven's broad blue stair. I know the secrets of men By the look of their eyes, Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts Have made me sad and wise.