Quotes About Secrets

Mathematics reveals its secrets only to those who approach it with pure love, for its own beauty.

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets.

Never tell a secret to a bride or a groom; wait until they have been married longer.

And now we're apart and you're just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn't make sense.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Keeping secrets will always lead to unhappiness and communication is the key to love.

I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.

The other dolls sat upon the shelf and looked straight before them, for it would never do to let grown-up men know that dolls were really alive.

I was good at keeping secrets from my parents (it's one of the things we learn while growing up, after all).

He talked to her in the way that people tell lifelong secrets to fellow passengers in railway carriages.

He talked to her in the way that people tell lifelong secrets to fellow passengers in railway carriages: an unburdened intimacy, resting on the unspoken understanding that they were unlikely to meet again.

I tuned out, and watched the other people in the pub, wondering about their lives. Each of them would have huge events in their own families—babies loved and lost, dark secrets, great joys and tragedies. If they could put it into perspective, if they could just enjoy a sunny evening in a pub garden, then surely I should too. And

There are no real secrets among the rich, it turns out. Just people paid to keep them.

Um, Jess?" "Not now, Nicky." The police car was pulling over, too. Tanzie's palms had begun to sweat. *It will all be fine.* "I guess this isn't the time to tell you I brought my stash with me.

This is the thing about growing up in a small town. Every part of your life is up for grabs. Nothing is secret.

I was good at keeping secrets from my parents (it's one of the things we learn while growing up, after all)—but coping with the anxiety by myself was something else entirely.

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watched the other people in the pub, wondering about their lives. Each of them would have huge events in their own families—babies loved and lost, dark secrets, great joys and tragedies.

She told them everything—about Will and the six-month contract and what had happened when they went to Mauritius. As she spoke, Mum's hands went to her mouth. Granddad looked solemn. The chicken grew cold, the gravy congealing in its boat.

I tuned out, and watched the other people in the pub, wondering about their lives. Each of them would have huge events in their own families—babies loved and lost, dark secrets, great joys and tragedies. If they could put it into perspective, if they could just enjoy a sunny evening in a pub garden, then surely I should too.

When you love someone deeply, you know secrets they haven't told you yet. Or secrets they aren't even aware of themselves. ... She was also the person I wanted to share the trivia of my life with, because that too is part of the magic of concern: Whatever you live is important to them and they will help you through it.

That was the thing about knowing people's secrets: It could make them not like you.

But you know that some of the nastiest stuff gets cooked up on the family stove.