Quotes About Secrets

I am going to put death in all their food and watch them die." Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. "The way you did before?" she asked. It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years. "Yes," I said after a minute, "the way I did before.

Wait till you see the bedrooms," Eleanor said. "Mine used to be the embalming room, I think." "It's the home I've always dreamed of," Theodora said. "A little hideaway where I can be alone with my thoughts. Particularly if my thoughts happened to be about murder or suicide or—

Nothing in this house moves until you look away, and then you just catch something from the corner of your eye.

My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood.

Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else. After

They spoke lightly, quickly, and gave one another fast, hidden, little curious glances, each of them wondering what secret terror had been tapped in the others, what changes might show in face or gesture, what unguarded weakness might have opened the way to ruin. "Did

Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. The way you did before? she asked. It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years. Yes, I said after a minute, the way I did before.

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

You've no idea the messages I've gotten from nuns walled up alive.

We both loved each other. But we never spoke of it. Kept it to ourselves. So passed our best years.

Nothing was sacred, nothing was safe. Privacy in today's civilization was a delusion, a myth. Every citizen was exposed, his deepest secrets laid bare, waiting to be read. ... If one knew where to look, and if one was patient, all the facts were available.

I think so. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. Secrets can be a burden. I mean, once you know something, that's it. You can never un-know it. You can never take that knowledge back. The innocence you had before, it's gone. You shouldn't inflict that on someone unless you really have to. Especially not someone you love.

Every one has wishes which he would not like to tell to others, which he does not want to admit even to himself.

Those who have eyes to see and ears to hear will soon convince themselves that mortals cannot hide any secret.

Everyone of us who can look back over a longer or shorter life experience will probably say that he might have spared himself many disappointments and painful surprises if he had found the courage and decision to interpret as omens the little mistakes which he made in his intercourse with people, and to consider them as indications of the intentions which were still being kept secret. As

Colui che ha occhi per vedere e orecchi per sentire deve convincersi che nessun mortale sa mantenere un segreto: se le sue labbra sono serrate parlerà con la punta delle dita, il suo tradirsi trasuderà da ogni poro.

I like that library books have secret lives. All those hands that have held them. All those eyes that have read them. I

Dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.

When Hermann Göring visited Warsaw in 1934, he was totally unaware of the fact that his communications were being intercepted and deciphered. As he and other German dignitaries laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier next to the offices of the Biuro Szyfrów, Rejewski could stare down at them from his window, content in the knowledge that he could read their most secret communications.

It is the same with life. Some are influenced by the love of wealth while others are blindly led on by the mad fever for power and domination, but the finest type of man gives himself up to discovering the meaning and purpose of life itself. He seeks to uncover the secrets of nature. This is the man I call a philosopher for although no man is completely wise in all respects, he can love wisdom as the key to nature's secrets.

The best and most effective espionage service in the world belongs to the Vatican.

Svakoj ženi bez razlike nije dato da bude posrednik izme?u muškarca i sveta. Muškarac se ne zadovoljava samo time da u partnerki prona?e seksualne organe koje dopunjavaju njegove. Potrebno je da ona oli?ava ?udesni procvat života i da u isto vreme prikriva njegove mutne tajne. Od nje ?e, pre svega, tražiti mladost i zdravlje, jer grle?i nešto živo muškarac ne može da se o?ara ako ne zaboravi da je ?itav život ispunjen smr?u.

Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?

In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories