Quotes About Secrets

Interesting things happen in the dark…sometimes.

Wait." Stefan's voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. "What is your—your father—going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed this?" "He will not kill me," Sage said brusquely, the wild tone back in his voice. "He may even find it as amusant as I do, and we will be sharing a belly laugh tomorrow.

She knew his secrets, knew him inside out. Humans could never know each other that way. They could never really get into another person's head. All the talking in the world couldn't even prove that you and the other person saw the same colour red.

With the opening of the door, and the installation of electric light in the cupboard, the skeletons had crumbled into dust.

We confide our secret to a friend, but in love it escapes us.

Nothing is so oppressive as a secret; it is difficult for ladies to keep it long, and I know even in this matter a good number of men who are women.

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.

People with secrets shouldn't make enemies. People with destinies shouldn't make plans.

The library knows its own mind," old Master Hyrrokkin told him, leading him back up the secret stairs. "When it steals a boy, we let it keep him.

Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters. Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.

It was a rule of secret-keeping, in which she was well-versed: Ask not, lest ye be asked.

Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.

For fifteen years, the people of Weep had lived with the certainty that the monsters were dead, and Eril-Fane had lived with the burden of it.

Karou was, simply, lovely. Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Beyond merely pretty, her face was vibrantly alive, her gaze always sparking and luminous, and she had a birdlike way of cocking her head, her lips pressed together while her dark eyes danced, that hinted at secrets and mysteries.

The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

of night crowded into the slanting places beyond the reach of the dawn.

Shadows told the truth,

Folk med hemligheter ska inte skaffa sig fiender (s. 75).

Det som göms i snö kommer upp i tö (s. 325, ett svenskt ordspråk av okänt ursprung).

The mind is good at hiding things, but there's something it cannot do: It can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone. They rot. They fester, they leak poisons. They ache and stink. They hiss like serpents in tall grass.

Las sombras decían la verdad

Karou? Akita conocía esa palabra. Significaba <>

The unconscious mind is open terrain - no walls or barriers, for better or worse. Thoughts and feelings are free to wander, like characters leaving their books to taste life in other stories. Terrors roam, and so do yearnings. Secrets are turned out like pockets, and old memories meet new.

A biblioteca tem uma mente própria – o velho Mestre Hyrrokkin disse-lhe, levando-o de volta pelas escadas secretas. – Quando ela rouba um menino, nós permitimos que ela o guarde.