Quotes About Secrets

Then...you want to tell me what's going on with you and Deck?" Lindsey asked. "Nothing's going on," Tracy started to say, but changed it to a simple, "No." Lindsey, after all, wasn't an idiot. Naked plus naked equaled something, not nothing.

I know it's none of my business, but does Wes know that you've got a thing for his sister?

I know the M-word makes you nervous, but yeah. I'm talking about the big, permanent friendship. A little different from what Joe and Charles had, though. See, I want to be the kind of best friends who make love every night, who share all their darkest secrets and favorite jokes, and maybe even someday make babies together. I know that kind of friendship requires hard work, but you know, I'm pretty good at hard work. ~ Tom Paoletti, "The Unsung Hero

Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. Katniss, There is no District Twelve.

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation... "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

What did Finnick Odair want?" he asks. I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. "He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice. Peeta laughs. "Ugh. Not really." "Really," I say. "I'll tell you more when my skin stops crawling.

By the way, I know about the kiss." Then the door clicks shut behind him.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

Coriolanus could see that Festus was falling for her. Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.

My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.

He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

Everybody seems to know my secrets before I know them myself

Convince me, he says. He drops the napkin and retrieves his book. I don't watch him as he heads for the door, so I flinch when he whispers in my ear. By the way, I know about the kiss. Then the door clicks shut behind him.

Finnick was someone bought and sold. A district slave. A handsome one, certainly, but in reality, harmless. Who would he tell? And who would believe him if he did? But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

E tu, ragazza di fuoco? Hai qualche segreto che valga il mio tempo?

No saben qué, Katniss? ¿Que los tributos (que son los verdaderos niños de esta historia, no tu trío de raros) se ven obligados a luchar hasta morir? ¿Que ibas a la arena para entretener a la gente? ¿Era eso un gran secreto en el Capitolio?

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

There's no question of privacy. When it comes to my body, we have no secrets, these three people and me.

Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve.

It's mined," I whisper. That explains everything.

To tell or not to tell?