Quotes About Secrets

Cops are good at keeping secrets.

Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. —Benjamin Franklin

People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all.

Eliza Lane might have drunk

Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all. See here.

How do you know that? You couldn't have finished the book." "I skipped to the end." "You…" He closed his eyes as he drank more wine. "Some things are unforgivable

So much went on in this small mass," Morris murmured. "Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all.

victims' diaries again, cross

Es soll keine Geheimnisse mehr geben, sagen die neuen Überwachungstheoretiker und meinen damit etwas recht Interessantes: dass die Ära, in der Geheimnisse zählten, in der Geheimnisse ihre Macht über das Leben von menschen ausüben konnten [...], vorbei ist; nicht, was sich zu wissen lohnt, kann nicht innerhalb von Sekunden und ohne großen Aufwand aufgedeckt werden; das Privatleben ist im Grunde ein Ding der Vergangenheit.

When he got quiet again, she assumed he was done talking. Instead, he spoke up one last time: "I only have one other secret." "What's that?" "Don't tell anyone . . . but I like that goddamn cat of yours." Tilting her head to the side, Beth smiled at the Shadow. "I have a feeling . . . he's pretty fond of you, too.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

But that was the beauty of inner thoughts. No one had to know your weaknesses. And once you'd finished dwelling on them, you could toss them into the mental trash bin they belonged in.

I'm going to talk to her." "And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!'" "I hate you right now." -Darius & Tohrment

Hannibal Lecter motherfucker," he murmured. "You know how we do." Trez shook the water off his hand. "Symphaths… it's what's for dinner

Shit, you never knew what was in someone's closet, did you.

What…are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." He inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.

The secrets buried by shame were always the most poisonous ones, and the destruction they wrought was the insidious kind, under the surface and mostly hidden.

They had always been alike, in tune, of one mind. Tragedies, secrets, and lies, however, frayed even the closest of ties.

What else don't we know about you, Miss Riley? Liz asked. Do you put on a superhero costume and fight crime at night in the metropolis? Yes, but only between three and five a.m. Oooh, aren't you the smart-ass. Liz cocked her head to the side and studied her.

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read.

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

I know the secrets; I dig Joyce and Proust above Melville and Celine.

0 the pain of telling these secrets which are so necessary to tell, or why write or live