Quotes About Secrets

I could tell you things about Louis that wouldn't make you wave at him no more

Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.

Silence hung in the air like secret loss.

The steep tiled roof had grown dark and mossy with age and rain. The triangular wooden frames fitted into the gables were intricately carved, the light that slanted through them and fell in patterns on the floor was full of secrets. Wolves. Flowers. Iguanas. Changing shape as the sun moved through the sky. Dying punctually at Dusk.

The room had kept his secrets. It gave nothing away. Not in the disarray of rumpled sheets, nor the untidiness of a kicked off shoe, or a wet towel hung over the back of a chair. Or a half-read book. It was like a room in a hospital after the nurse had just been. The floor was clean, the walls white. The cupboard closed. Shoes arranged. The dustbin empty.

In the next room Baby Kochamma heard the noise and came to find out what it was all about. She saw Grief and Trouble ahead, and secretly, in her heart of hearts, she rejoiced.

He began to look wiser than he really was. Like a fisherman in a city. With sea-secrets in him

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets.

LAURA. There are some circumstances in a family which through honor and conscience one is forced to conceal from the whole world—— DOCTOR.

The most mortifying fact of my life is something that happened when I was fourteen and I have never admitted to anyone: not to friends nor therapists; not even in rehab when we were detailing our own personal spirals of shame did I confess. It is this: I am a graduate of the Barbizon School of Modeling.

Riding back from the grocery store, I realized my father was two men—one he presented to the outside world, and one, far darker, that was always there, behind the face everybody else saw. In my bedroom late that

The secrets of this earth are not for all men to see, but only for those who will seek them (pg. 52).

The secrets of this earth are not for all men to see, but only for those who will seek them.

The power of the sky can be made to do men's bidding. There are no limits to its secrets and its might, and it can be made to grant us anything if we but choose to ask.

History's what people are trying to hide from you, not what they're trying to show you. You search for it in the same way you sift through landfill: for evidence of what people want to bury. — HILARY MANTEL

Things disturb us in the night. Sometimes they are our consciences. Sometimes they are our secrets. Sometimes they are our fears, translated from one idiom to another. Often what pinches and pricks, gnaws, claws, stabs, and suffocates, like a seventeenth-century witch, is the irritatingly unsolved puzzle in the next room. The

History's what people are trying to hide from you, not what they're trying to show you. You search for it in the same way you sift through landfill: for evidence of what people want to bury. — HILARY MANTEL "I

One of the most incredible secrets of science fiction (although one not too closely guarded) is the fact that 99 percent of its authors do not know even the titles and authors of today's learned works, but still they want to top these scholars with their knowledge of the year 6000.

At the time no one really knew for sure that John Cropsey was more than the stuff of campfire stories. Not the townspeople, who saw their businesses wither and die with the bad publicity he brought. Not even the survivors of of his onslaught against Camp Beechwood. The only people who were certain that Cropsey was more than just the figment of a vivid imagination were the ones who would never share their secret knowledge: his victems.

Fue Oha el que respiró ruidosamente. Aunque no quería, Regina se echó a reír, ya que él no sabía nada de la magia de convertir las preocupaciones en sonidos que no revelaban nada de las cosas que sólo la propia cabeza debía saber.

Gratis?» ha detto la mamma. È l'unica parola al mondo a cui non sa resistere. Da anni le teniamo nascosto che si muore gratis, perché sarebbe capace di suicidarsi all'istante.

Comunque ha fatto bene. A dormire il pomeriggio? No, a dare il suo disegno a quel barbagianni. Basta coi segreti. Già, basta. E se ne ha ancora uno se ne liberi. Non si vola, se si ha qualcosa di troppo pesante tra gli artigli.

I saw something nasty in the woodshed.

There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheila, who allegedly masturbated with a hot dog and had to go to the emergency room. The list went on and on.