Quotes About Secrets

Storytelling is a dangerous vocation, for the fairies punish those who return to tell their secrets.

Curiosity is the beginning and end of secrets.

You hang around me, Mike," he said, "you're gonna hear things you don't wanta hear." Michael lit a cigarette. "I can help out," he said. "No, you can't," Sonny said. "The old man would be sore as hell if I let you get mixed up in this.

If in this address I were to summon all the writers to whom I owe a few things or a great deal, their shadows would plunge us into darkness. They are innumerable. In addition to revealing the secrets of the storytelling craft, they obliged me to explore the bottomless depths of humanity, admire its heroic deeds and feel horror at its savagery.

Lily la chilenita, la camarada Arlette, madame Robert Arnoux, Mrs. Richardson, Kuriko y madame Ricardo Somocurcio, se llamaba, en realidad, Otilia. Otilita.

Je verandert ook nooit. Altijd raadsels, altijd verhaaltjes, altijd geheimen.

Faceva sempre in modo di farmi sapere, o meglio, indovinare, che c'erano uno o più segreti nella sua vita di tutti i giorni, una dimensione della sua esistenza cui io non avevo accesso e dalla quale poteva scatenarsi in qualsiasi momento un terremoto che avrebbe mandato all'aria la nostra convivenza.

Los trapos sucios se lavan en casa.

the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.

I was aware too how strange adults were, how theirs lives were vaster than they wanted anyone to realize, that they actually stretched on and on like deserts, dry and desolate, with an unpredictable, shifting sea of dunes.

Secrets —even in hardened criminals, they were just air pockets lodged under debris at the bottom of an ocean. It might take an earthquake, or you scuba diving down there, sifting through the sludge, but their natural proclivity was always to head straight to the surface— to get out .

Everyone has a Cordova story, whether they like it or not.

Well, everyone and their grandmother knows she's still banging Charles after all these years — Like a screen in a tornado. Sure.

Wir sind alle Anthologien. Wir sind Tausende von Seiten lang, voller Märchen und Poesie, Geheimnisse und Tragödien und vergessener Geschichten ganz am Ende, die nie jemand lesen wird.

but the goblin was still speaking in riddles.

Papa, Alessandro said, his eyes closing. She swims nude in the sea. She carries a pistol. And she wears perfume that makes me dizzy. Sometimes I go to the garden gate and smell the handle, because, when she touches it, the perfume stays.

When, over the following months, Minta Randall found that Eustace apparently reciprocated her profoundest and most secret feelings, she thought she had never lived before, or knew what life could hold, or what absolute power one heart could exert upon another. She perceived no trace, fossil, or echo of this wild sensation anywhere around her, and concluded that she and Eustace had invented it together, which would be, she thought, just like them.

In the cool of the evening I take to the bridges over the creek. I am prying into secrets again, and taking my chances. I might see anything happen; I might see nothing but light on the water. I walk home exhilarated or becalmed, but always changed, alive. "It scatters and gathers," Heraclitus said, "it comes and goes." And I want to be in the way of its passage and cooled by its invisible breath.

Under 'Reasons for Leaving Last Job', never give the real reason, unless it's money or ambition.

Food, it appeared, could be important. It could be an event. It had secrets.

Abri o Post e vi uma fotografia da mulher do meu antigo patrão, enrolada no toldo de um restaurante chinês no Upper East Side. Parece que ela tinha executado um duplo salto a partir da janela do seu apartamento nas alturas e não conseguira chegar ao pavimento. Portanto, acho que afinal, não era assim tão feliz.

after which he followed up with the style of "Stealing Peaches beneath the Leaves

When I returned to the bedroom, there was confetti all over the room. I had no idea what had happened until I picked up one of the pieces of confetti. "Oh, shit. That's a nipple. She must have found the pictures," I thought. I was right.

I had no idea you had musical tastes, Nick. Why did you keep them from me all these years? Because I never asked, I suppose. One always finds the answer to everything in one's own egotism.