Quotes About Secrets

I kept my secrets, telling myself that they were the past. I ignored the ones that were still alive. The ones that touched every current breath, the ones I couldn't even tell myself.

dentist is only half the doctor he claims to be. That he's also half mortician is the secret he keeps to himself. The ailing bits he tries to turn healthy again. The dead bits he just tries to make presentable. He bores a hole, clears the rot, fills the pit, and seals the hatch. He yanks the teeth, pours the mold, fits the fakes, and paints to match. Open cavities are the eye stones of skulls, and lone molars stand erect as tombstones.

No one who has private thoughts going on in his own head is quite sure of their not being overheard. Any child knows that.

the most recent murder. Now she came up to me in first period to say I should sit with her at lunch. This was a definite step up from my old spot in the cafeteria. She wanted to know if my father had any new leads. "Even if it's top secret, none of us would breathe a word

Algunas conversaciones se tienen mejor en la oscuridad.

Dottora Dicanti, puede usted creer en las historias sobre la Santa Alianza, porque existe. Existe desde hace cuatrocientos años, y es la mano izquierda del Vaticano para aquellos asuntos que ni el mismo Papa debe conocer. —

Secret memories not on the road of our other memories!

Me mataron los murmullos

According to legend, after the suppression of the Knights Templar in 1312, surviving Templars went into hiding in Scotland where they eventually resurfaced as Freemasons. An "Unknown Master" received these Templar secrets and fashioned seven degrees linked to knightly titles.

When a writer is born into a family, Czes?aw Mi?osz once famously said, the family is finished. You could forget about having any more secrets. You could forget about hiding what you didn't want others to know. You were going to be exposed, hung out to air, and by a traitor from within. But later I wondered, Is it the family that's really finished or simply the writer's place within it? Could a family still be a family with parts missing?

The psychological distress symptoms of traumatized people simultaneously call attention to the existence of an unspeakable secret and deflect attention from it. This is most apparent in the way traumatized people alternate between feeling numb and reliving the event.

We all have our secrets, our sorrows, and our regrets. I tell myself, 'Embrace them; love yourself for your humanness.' Let the good light continue to shine on truth and all of who we are. Let there be sunlight in the shadows.

Secrets are like plants. They can stay buried deep in the earth for a long time, but eventually they'll send up shoots and give themselves away. They have to. It's their nature. Just a tiny green stem at first. Which slowly, insidiously grows taller, stronger, unfolding itself, until there it is. A big fat secret, right in front of your face; a fully bloomed flower perfumed with the scent of deception.

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Did you wonder?" he whispered. "Did you leave me and wonder what I hadn't told you?" He leaned in, just so she'd feel his lips move whisper-light against her ear. "Did you want to know what I did when I was wicked? Do you want me to tell you?" he murmured. He felt her jerk slightly in surprise, and he chuckled. "Not about them, Francesca. You. Only you." -Michael Stirling

Everyone has secrets. Especially me.

It was nearly impossible to keep anything a secret, especially from her sisters, the youngest of whom—Hyacinth—could probably have won the war against Napoleon in half the time if His Majesty had only thought to draft her into the espionage service.

And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.

Is there something you wish to tell me?" Violet asked gently. Hyacinth shook her head. How did one share something such as this with one's mother? —Oh, yes, by the by and in case you're interested, it has recently come to my attention that my affianced husband asked me to marry him because he wished to infuriate his father. —Oh, and did I mention that I am no longer a virgin? No getting out of it now! No, that wasn't going to work

Don't tell me you've been harboring secret fantasies about the farm laborers.' 'Of course not,' she said, 'although...' There was no way he was going to let those words trail off into oblivion. 'Although?' he prompted. She looked a bit sheepish. 'Well, they do look terribly...*elemental*...out there in the sun, toiling away.' He smiled. Slowly, like a man about to feast upon his dream come true.

How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?" She

He was wearing that enigmatic little smile of his, as if he knew something that she didn't. Actually, she thought, it was more like he knew something that she never would.

A lady must have her own private reserve of secrets and strength," her grandmother continued. "Trust me." She took a sip of her drink, let out a contented exhale, and took another. "Once you are married you will understand what I mean.

when Francesca had turned to him with those bottomless blue eyes and said, 'The baby was to have been yours in a way, too,' she'd shattered him to his very soul. She didn't know. She had no idea. And as long as she remained in the dark about his feelings for her, as long as she couldn't understand why he had no choice but to hate himself for every step he took in John's shoes, he couldn't be near her. Because she was going to keep saying things like that.