Quotes About Secrets

Tu boca es una boca de doscientos-dólares-la-hora, no una boca de cuéntame-todos-tus-secretos-o-te-mataré.-Lucius a Eden

The closer we came to the warehouse, the more she talked about her brother. On and on she went. "He will kill you," she threatened. "Kyrin has killed more humans than any of our kind," she boasted. By the time we reached Dallas, I longed to cut off my ears and give them to anyone who would take them, just so I wouldn't have to hear another word about her brother.

Ashlyn had mentioned her, but not which warrior the woman belonged to. Whoever it was obviously treated her well. Never had Danika seen a happier female. Lucien released a sigh. "What are you up to, Anya? You only grin like that when you have something planned." Scarred Lucien was her man? Wow. A true beauty and the beast.

Yeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.

Like all engineers, she secretly loves hearing disaster stories … as long as she doesn't have the starring role.

There is no magic. There is only knowledge, more or less hidden.

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well." "And you've had some?" "One," Irene said, and hoped that she wasn't blushing too badly. "Oh, you're that Irene,

She was in the Library. Not just any library, but the Library.

They darn socks too?" "Yes, as a matter of fact. Do a better job than your mom too. Though don't you dare tell her I said that." "Murderers outsew my mother?" "Apparently so." My dad laughs.

One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.

One of our forefathers must have read a forbidden book.

No one loves to tell a tale of scandal, but to him that loves to hear it.

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.

Some years ago a psychiatrist had told me that finding out things other people didn't want known was my way of trying to stay even with a society filled with people bigger than I was. The remark had been meant to startle, to provoke insight, and eventually to alter my behavior. Instead, I'd simply found that I thoroughly agreed with him and had gone out after a private investigator's license. [Dr. Robert Frederickson AKA Mongo]

Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.

There is a quote attributed to Honoré de Balzac: behind every great fortune there is a great crime.

Because he doesn't want me talking to my grandmother." Barabas looked at Curran. Curran shrugged. "It's a family thing. Sometimes your father puts your semidead grandmother into a really bad place and is ashamed of it." "Yeah," Barabas said. "We've all been there." "You two are a riot," I told them.

I'm sorry, but I don't have anyone else to ask. If I go to Connor, my son will hold his relatives upside down one by one and shake them until they confess. Which would be a lot of fun to watch.

I wasn't even that lovable to begin with. I was a selfish ass, but somehow something I did made this man love me, deeply and without reservations. He knew things about me that I would die to keep secret. I trusted him more than I trusted anyone in my life. I mattered to him. He was suffering and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to see him happy. I loved him so much.

In a breath he halted by my side. "I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?

Unfortunately, no matter how well you hide, sooner or later your big secret will bite you in the behind, and you might find yourself standing on a telephone pole, not sure why or how you got there, while the neighborhood pretends not to hear your piercing screeches.

Nevada would lose her mind when I told her.

There is no such thing as privacy between a deity and his worshipper. There are no secrets, no glossed-over failures. Only promises kept and abandoned, sins committed and imagined, and raw emotion. Love, fear, reverence. How many of us are ready to have our lives judged? What would happen if we were found wanting?

Why do I get a feeling that you've already figured it out and are now feeding me bread crumbs of data to see how fast I get there?" "Because I am." He probably shouldn't have said that. She leaned forward. "Kinsman Baena, you try my patience.