Quotes About Secrets

The face of the water, in time, became a wonderful book- a book that was a dead language to the uneducated passenger, but which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it uttered them with a voice

One of my deepest secrets was my West Point—my military academy. I kept that most jealously out of sight; and I did the same with my naval academy which I had established at a remote seaport. Both were prospering

Suddenly she hated me for knowing, even though she'd been the one to tell me. Though I had asked. I had asked.

Rudy Steiner temía el beso de la ladrona de libros. Debía de haberlo deseado con todas sus fuerzas. Debió de haberla querido con todo su corazón. Tanto, que nunca más volvería a pedírselo y se iría a la tumba sin él.

A murderer should probably do many things, but he should never, under any circumstances, come home.

For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed. ***Q&A*** How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell.

There were thousands of households throughout that city and there was something happening in all of them. There was some kind of story in each, but self-contained. No one else knew. No one else cared.

It was as though he'd opened her palm, given her the words, and closed it up again.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving.

Don't get caught." This from a man who'd stolen a Jew. From

Only puny secrets need protection. Big discoveries are protected by public incredulity.

He quickly stuffed the book between the cushion and the arm of the sofa. The title alone was enough to kill off brain cells: Within a Budding Grave.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing.

You did give me treatment. You never tell me any news. Your Mrs up and died of TB the other year, and who was the last to know? I was the last to know. I wasn't told until the day she died, and you knew for weeks and weeks, with not a thought for my feelings …

A church hall in semi-darkness. Bobby, Mammy (bottle in hand), Johnny, Helen, Bartley, Eileen and Kate sitting.

Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway, will do you the world of good. Secrets need an outlet if they are not to fester and become an unbearable burden.

Some things, she said, are best not known for sure, Lord Trentham.

It is a wonderful place, the moor, said he, looking round over the undulating downs, long green rollers, with crests of jagged granite foaming up into fantastic surges. You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.

Our father would never tell us what it was he feared, but he had a most marked aversion to men with wooden legs.

Sure, what is murder? Isn't it common enough in these parts? It is, indeed; but it's not for me to point out the man that is to be murdered.

That seems to show that somebody knows more than we do upon the moor

When a man takes a mistress, he doesn't turn around and divorce his wife.

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Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! - Abigail