Quotes About Secrets

Who ever needs to know what people say about them behind their backs?

So many secrets, so many things I didn't know. What else don't I know?

People, like houses, hold their secrets. Sometimes the secrets inhabit them, and sometimes people inhabit their secrets.

It's fine." Brett shrugged, suppressing the urge to say something like, "The drugs are okay, but the sex is lousy." But she didn't want her suddenly nun-like sister to have a heart attack before Brett got a chance to pump her for information.

Serena van der Woodsen, Blair's oldest and newest best friend, shook her pale blond head in response.

But here's the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we'd lose them.

She's been fucking someone else. She's still fucking Duane. She's getting back together with Duane and they're getting married. Duane's in the closet with a video camera and a gun.

His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.

Charlaine Harris

Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill's hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for? - Eric, club dead.

Somewhere, somewhere in this house, lurked a problem. For some reason, Jane's legacy wasn't entirely benevolent.

We'd walked over to my car while Torrance talked, and I'd pulled out my keys. Now I stopped with my fingers on the car door handle. "Dug up the backyard?" I echoed incredulously. Come to think of it, that wasn't so surprising. I thought about it for a moment. Okay, something that could be kept in a hole in the ground as well as hidden in a house.

Charlaine Harris

She had almost certainly poisoned her perfidious former lover, a clerk, so she could marry into her own respectable upper-middle-class milieu without the clerk's revealing their physical intimacy.

You can't use blackmail on someone who doesn't know anything about the hold you have on them.

Memoirs are the backstairs of history.

Anybody's life is probably a mess of secrets and lies when you boil it right down.

When I was 12 years old, I was obsessed with codes, conspiracies, and secret messages.

Everyone has some secret and some source of pain or sadness and I just said mine first and then everybody went after me. I get it every day in my Instagram direct messages, people thanking me for talking about depression and telling me how it helped them.

I would love to be able to read minds. How cool would it be to get inside peoples' heads and figure out what they're thinking? I guess that's a good and a bad thing.

Thus, neither having the clue to the other's secret, they were respectively puzzled at what each revealed, and awaited new knowledge of each other's character and moods without attempting to pry into each other's history.

She had not meant him to translate her words about returning home so literally at the first; she had not intended him to learn her secret; but more than all she was not able to endure the perception of his learning it and continuing unmoved.

harmless as the Durbeyfields were to all except themselves.

I wonder why my parents didn't kill me before I was old enough to fool them.