Quotes About Secrets

What had passed between Eleanor Harding and Mary Bold need not be told. It is indeed a matter of thankfulness that neither the historian nor the novelist hears all that is said by their heroes or heroines, or how would three volumes or twenty suffice!

I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover's mind if she knew the whole of it.

CHAPTER LV 'I HAVE TOLD HIM EVERYTHING

He merely resolved that before he went to bed he would let his sister know somewhat of the history of the lady she was so willing to welcome. The innocence of Miss Thorne at her time of life was perfectly charming, but even innocence may be dangerous.

And in this way the mother and daughter went on discussing the question of the clergyman's guilt in spite of Mrs. Walker's previously expressed desire that nothing more might be said about it. But Mrs. Walker, like many other mothers, was apt to be more free in converse with her daughter than she was with her son.

But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it? Who at least ever declined a love secret? What sister could do so?

Nos quedamos un rato en silencio, envueltos en el perfume de las hierbas. Hasta que le pregunté. -¿Por qué nunca hablamos de Ezequiel? Apoyó las cosas en el piso con mucha calma. Estiró su mano como para acariciarme. Me miró. Bajó la mano. Luego la vista y dijo en un susurro. -Hay cosas de las que es mejor no hablar.

Every Reason to Lie

Even subjects that are known are known only to a few

You don't really know for certain about a family until somebody dies. You don't know anything until that happens." She

This place is a regular whispering-gallery.

They both knew, of course, that Hal was hearing every word

people will panic. Riots, looting. You'll see. That's why we keep secrets, Ms. Duflot. Because people can't handle the truth.

Nowhere in Rama had there been any trace of artistic expression; everything was purely functional. Perhaps the Ramans felt that they already knew the ultimate secrets of the universe, and were no longer haunted by the yearnings and aspirations that drove mankind.

There was a smell of nitric oxides as the air itself started to burn in the beam of the laser torch, and a steady sizzling as the fiery knife sliced towards secrets that had been hidden since the birth of man.

You would not call me a marrying man, Watson? No, indeed! You'll be interested to hear that I'm engaged. My dear fellow! I congrat- To Milverton's housemaid. My dear Holmes! I wanted information, Watson.

We also have our diplomatic secrets

I always knew you were hiding something from me. I was just never sure what. Funny, I used to think it was another woman you loved, not a lunatic brother. Catherine says to Micheal.

I am like a lifeguard with the terrible, secret knowledge that he does not himself know how to swim.

You really think there's something back there? Something we don't know here? Jacob's

Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep? Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!

Tell me something that only I will ever know, was perhaps what she wanted to ask him, or, What will you remember me by? - or even, Nothing of the least importance has ever belonged to me; can you help?

I suppose the mothers of most twelve-year-old boys live with the uneasy conviction that their sons are embarked upon a secret life of crime.

In the night, in the dark.