Quotes About Secrets

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

To confide is sometime to deliver into a person's power

Il n'y a rien de tel pour épier les actions des gens que ceux qu'elles ne regardent pas.

We have only to look at some men to distrust them, for we feel the darkness of their souls in two ways. They are restless as to what is behind them, and threatening as to what is before them. They are full of mystery. We can no more answer for what they have done, than for what they will do. The shadow in their looks denounces them. If we hear them utter a word, or see them make a gesture, we catch glimpses of guilty secrets in their past, and dark mysteries in their future.

Asemeni unui mut care ?tie un secret, natura pare uneori c? vrea s? ne spun? totul.

She looked at Vianne, and the universe of their friendship was in her eyes - the secrets they'd shared, the promises they'd made and kept, the dreams for their children that bound them as neatly as sisters.

And there it is: the core of everything. We're sisters. We know each other intimately. Our pasts, our secrets, our fears. It is a precious gift that we tried to throw away but can't really let go of.

They had been friends in the way that only girls could be - they wore each other's clothes and slept at each other's houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends.

He liked whores. He always had.

She collected grudges and heartaches the way she'd once collected Barbies, never sharing, never abandoning.

how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

You'll tell me everything?" "Almost everything," I say with a smile. "A Frenchwoman must have her secrets." And I will Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I'll keep one secret. I

Leni shrugged. She didn't know exactly what to say, or how to say it without revealing too much. "He has—nightmares—and bad weather can set him off. Sometimes. But he hasn't had a nightmare since we moved here. So maybe he's better.

Isabelle knew the volume. Les Fleurs du mal. The Flowers of Evil. It was the book they used to signal a meeting. "I am looking for something else by this author," Anouk said, exhaling smoke. "I am sorry, Madame. I have no more Baudelaire. Some Verlaine, perhaps? Or Rimbaud?

But if anyone gets a hold of the names…" "They will not," Rémy said firmly. "Who would think to look in this boring, old religious text?" The corners of Père Clément's mouth twitched. "You think this is boring?" He held up the book. "You don't?" Rémy shot back with a grin. Père Clément laughed. "I don't think I should answer that.

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He had kept Bihzad illiterate, so that he would discover his own secrets before he discovered the secrets in books, before words and numbers spoilt his love for glowing images.

And I saw in them a hope...A hope that it was possible to have secrets, to mask one's true nature...and yet still to walk among men.

Every wet nurse refused to feed him Electrolytes smell like semen I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets There are countless formulas for pressing flowers

Sometimes it's the things that aren't said that kill you.

Sometimes it's the things that aren't said that kill you" -Josh

Those who find beauty in all of nature will find themselves at one with the secrets of life itself.

The NIGHT WORLD isn't a place.It's all around us.The creatures of the night world are beautiful and deadly and irresisible to humans.Your best friend could be one-so could your crush. The laws of the NIGHT WORLD are very clear:humans must never learn that night world exists.And members of Night World must never fall in love with a human.Violate the laws and the consequences are terrifying.

The Night World isn't a place. It's all around us. The creatures of Night World are beautiful and deadly and irresitable to humans. Your best friend could be one-so could your crush.