Quotes About Secrets

There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.

No duh, Susan said. You are like a walking vault of things you don't tell people. People who have secrets should pay you to hold on to them for them. You could be like a secret bank.

His father is hinky, she said with a sigh. And by hinky she meant a drug kingpin .

one. And I hid it. And Mia Turner found it because they

Holding only the back of her neck, he didn't deepen the embrace, nor did he caress her or flex against her. He simply merged with her and, as he'd suspected, he was immediately overwhelmed. This is what heaven must be like . The transient concept drifted past, then evaporated. Sweetly, almost chastely, he discovered her best-kept secrets, using scant pressure and bare coercion. With a feeling approximating joy, he teased and trifled.

It creates a secret you're too beautiful to keep

She'd kept the secret sealed so tightly inside her for so long it could not be extracted without altering who she was, she realized now. The secret was not separate from her. In the telling of it, she'd come undone.

Gossip? Me? How would I know about such things?" "Don't think of it as gossip. Think of it as rumor and innuendo.

That's what human relationships are about – selective sharing and hiding of information to the point of crazy confusion.

I've had secrets come out of my typewriter in invisible ink.

In the garden I tend to drop my thoughts here and there. To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe. I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels.

Scorpios may seem light, happy, and cheerful but are secretly carrying some of the darkest emotions you can imagine.

Scorpios are constantly searching for answers...

...Scorpio. Beneath this cool exterior is a powder keg of passion.

The penetrating gaze of a Scorpio is unlikely to miss any detail.

I believe my mother was smart enough to know that in the night, you are willing to tell all. If she waited until the next day, she knew she'd get one-syllable answers.

Some of his blood splattered into Munita's glass of wine. I didn't tell her. She was having red anyway.

Secrets are my currency: I deal in them for a living. The secrets of desire, of what people really want, and of what they fear the most. The secrets of why love is difficult, sex complicated, living painful and death so close and yet placed far away. Why are pleasure and punishment closely related? How do our bodies speak? Why do we make ourselves ill? Why do you want to fail? Why is pleasure hard to bear?

EMMA: We're lovers. ROBERT: Ah, yes. I thought it might be something like that. Something along those lines. EMMA: When? ROBERT: What? EMMA: When did you think? ROBERT: Yesterday. Only yesterday. When I saw his handwriting on the letter. Before yesterday I was quite ignorant. EMMA: Ah. (pause) I'm sorry. ROBERT: Sorry? (silence) How long? EMMA: Some time. ROBERT: Yes, but how long exactly? EMMA: Five years. ROBERT: Five years?

What she didn't say was: "Can I punch both your sisters?" "How do you cope with this, all the time?" "Why can't it be the two of us, like it was before?" And, "Do you realize I've fallen for you?

Whatever we seek to hide makes shame grow.

The bottom of the sea is cruel.

She likes me.  I can tell.  Problem is, she won't admit that to the boyfriends she brings over.

Quinn's Theory of Funeral Secrets; 'At a funeral we acknowledge the life of the person and maybe the many identities,actions and secret lives of which the family and friends were unaware. For some a shock, for others a relief.