Quotes About Secrets

There's a reason for killing everyone, if you know them well enough.

You never know what somebody might tell you,' Chris said, 'when they think you're somebody else.

I can't imagine what you write about," North said. "Certainly not about my personal life. I attempted a diary once, and had to fill it with lies in order to keep myself interested

creo en el secreto de confesión, ni de los curas ni de los psiquiatras. No cuadra con la condición humana: todos nos contamos casi todo.

When I get married, it'll be no secret.

After each night we are emptier: our mysteries and our griefs have leaked away into our dreams. Thus sleep's labor not only diminishes the power of our thought, but even that of our secrets.

umiremo srazmerno broju rechi koje razbacujemo svuda oko sebe.oni koji govore nemaju tajni. a svi govorimo. izdajemo se, krchmimo dushu; svako se, kao dzhelat neizrecivog, upinje da unishti sve tajne, pochev od sopstvenih.

I dream of an ideal confessor to tell everything to, spill it all: I dream of a blasé saint.

When we have committed the folly of confiding a secret to someone, the only way of being sure he will keep it to himself is to kill him on the spot.

Last time we went to the Ferryboat, I looked around at the families of upmarket beachgoers, at their healthy children expertly peeling prawns and drinking organic lemonade, and I tried to tell myself that everyone has sadnesses, that some of the adults would be hideously miserable in their marriages, that people would be having affairs and drinking too much and addicted to gambling, that lives would be on the verge of falling apart, families breaking up, businesses going bankrupt.

I like a good murder that can't be found out. That is, of course it is very shocking, but I like to hear about it.

Yes, he had been there: chafing and pushing and pounding, trying to awaken a frozen girl. The battle was awful because the girl wished to be awakened but was terrified of the unknown. Every movement that seemed to bring her closer to him, to bring them closer together, had its violent recoil, driving them farther apart. Both clung to a fantasy rather than to each other, tried to suck pleasure from the crannies of the mind, rather than surrender the secrets of the body.

But while we thank the mathematician for his aid in conquering Nature, we envy him his powers of understanding her. Though he deals, it would seem, entirely with abstractions, they are abstractions which, at his persuasion, supply the key to the profoundest secrets of the physical universe. He holds the clues to mazes where the clearest intellect, unaided, would wander hopelessly astray.

He that communicates his secret to another makes himself that other's slave.

In the provinces there is always a valve or a faucet through which gossip leaks from one social set to another.

To come so low as to beg servants to reveal secrets to you, and to fall lower still by paying for a revelation, is not a crime; it is perhaps not even a dastardly act, but it is certainly a piece of folly; for nothing will ever guarantee to you the honesty of a servant who betrays her mistress, and you can never feel certain whether she is operating in your interest or in that of your wife.

The most natural feelings are those we are least willing to confess.

Alleine in einer nächtlichen Küche können einem die Gedanken nämlich für immer stehenbleiben, so ein Ort ist das. Auf keinen Fall sollte man sich lange darin aufhalten. Man darf die Mutter, die Ehefrau, die Tochter nicht dort einschließen. Neben tollen russischen Eintöpfen entstehen hier nämlich auch Mordgelüste und heimliche Alkoholikerinnen. In diesem großartigen Herzen des Hauses.

My mother was afraid of the books I wrote, afraid of what she would discover if she read them.

Never kept a journal before. Fear of incrimination.

These 'Sports Illustrated' people, they know how to hold a secret.

Maybe we should open a bottle of champagne," Maddy said, glaring at the two women. "A toast to keeping secrets . . . where would a family be without 'em?

The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.

Mom?' Eaton didn't reply. 'Does she know about any of this?' 'No.' Hugh pressed the throbbing pulse at his brow. 'Did