Quotes About Secrets

Hay horrores que rebasan los confines mismos de la vida y que ni siquiera sospechamos, y sólo de vez en cuando la maligna curiosidad humana pone a nuestro alcance.

He who passes the gates always wins a shadow, and never again can he be alone.

From them there was never any gossip, for to even the commonest of mortal instincts there are terrible boundaries.

It had happened in the 'eighties, and a family had disappeared or was killed.

dark hints of strange, small, and terrible hidden races of troglodytes and burrowers.

In time he grew so impatient of the bleak intervals of day that he began buying drugs in order to increase his periods of sleep. Hasheesh helped a great deal, and once sent him to a part of space where form does not exist, but where glowing gases study the secrets of existence. And a violet-coloured gas told him that this part of space was outside what he had called infinity.

This idea of a black, hidden horror connected with incalculable gulfs of some sort of distance was oddly widespread and persistent.

Little things make considerable excitement in little towns, which is the reason that Kingsport people talked all that spring and summer about the three unidentifiable bodies, horribly slashed as with many cutlasses, and horribly mangled as by the tread of many cruel boot-heels, which the tide washed in.

Ammi would give me no added particulars of this scene, but the shape in the comer does not reappear in his tale as a moving object. There are things which cannot be mentioned, and what is done in common humanity is sometimes cruelly judged by the law.

He stumbled on things no mortal ought ever to know, and reached back through the years as no one ever should reach; and something came out of those years to engulf him.

Some secrets of inner earth are not good for mankind

Befragt die Geringeren, auf daß nicht die Größeren Euch antworten und mehr heraufbeschwören, als Ihr vermöget

low doorway and locked the accursed secret behind him. There would be

And always the shadow of nameless fear hung about the sealed trap-doors and the dark, windowless elder towers.

the sailor who broke down the door could perhaps have told frightful things if he had not forthwith gone completely mad—

Old Cairo is itself a story-book and a dream--labyrinths of narrow alleys redolent of aromatic secrets;

Jonah wondered what JB could possibly find to say without bringing up some touchy topic: Hey, sorry about kidnapping your niece and taking her four hundred years back in time. Sorry she got stuck there for five years. Sorry we had to count on a thirteen-year-old to rescue her. Oh, wait—you don't know about any of that, do you?

I have a good eye, said Benjamin. Most of the time I can look at a person and see their whole life. Small things give them away. That farmer, for instance. I could tell by the way he tied his shoes that he'd never traveled more than twenty miles from his home, and it was unlikely that he'd follow us for long. And that Father John of yours. I knew he had something hidden in that sleeve. And I knew he'd use it on you. The only thing I didn't know was if you deserved it.

The truth may be better than lies... But it doesn't always set you free.

but every home is its own island with its own secrets.

Secrets...were cancers. Secrets festered. Secrets ate away at your innards, leaving behind nothing but a flimsy husk.

Some secret. Myron was still hoping to bump into someone above the equator who didn't know about it.

We started down the tunnel. I wondered how something like this had been built. No way it passed Kasselton code. Did Lizzy Sobek hire construction workers? I doubted it. Did volunteers work on it? Did those "chosen" by the Abeona Shelter build this tunnel? Maybe. Maybe my father helped build it. But

Secrets don't like to stay underground.