Quotes About Secrets

Truth is like the philosopher's stone, a thing not to be discovered.

But the thing about monsters was, you couldn't talk to them about it, because they wouldn't admit they were monsters in the first place.

Afterward she took the tree aside and conferred with it privately.

There are catacombs underneath the library," Penny said. "That's another special collection: it's all the novels people meant to write but didn't.

But you could tell she was bursting with some terrible secret. And she had those things that one likes about magicians: she was disgustingly bright and rather sad and slightly askew. To tell you the truth I think one of the things we liked about her was that she reminded us of you.

Your mother bled when I-" "Shh!"[..] "-when I popped her cherry", Janet finished in a whisper. "That doesn't make sense!" John hissed.

Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of Time.

There is a bitter lament from Egypt's first great popular uprising that reveals the indignation of the upper classes, because the lower orders had broken into their precincts, and not merely turned their wives into prostitutes, but, what seemed equally bad, captured knowledge that had been withheld from them. "The writings of the august enclosure [the temple] are read....The place of secrets...is [now] laid bare....Magic is exposed." (Admonitions of Ipu-wer: 2300-2050 B.C.?)

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

U.S. nuclear technology is one of this nation's most valuable secrets, and it should have been protected.

A rapidly growing number of nation states have determined that cyberespionage is a highly valuable tool not only to steal national and military secrets but also to pillage the most valuable business information from international competitors and pass it on to domestic industries to help them out-innovate and out-negotiate their rivals.

Pettureilla ei pitäisi olla perhettä, sillä lapset muistavat aina - tai saavat tietää.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

And we kissed again. It was a warm, indescribably lovely feeling. But it was more than just physical. It was a dialogue between two young people with high ideals and a Big Plan. It was about belonging, secrets, partnership, commitment.

She and I had not exchanged an intelligent word since we first met five hours before, and the reason was readily explained: Mrs Tiffen was dead, and had been for several years.

Pero las heridas de verdad son las otras. Las que nadie ve. Las que la gente lleva en secreto. Ésas son las que lo explican todo».

Los dioses han ocultado lo que hace vivir a los hombres.

Listening is the most dangerous thing of all, listening means knowing, finding out about something and knowing what's going on, our ears don't have lids that can instinctively close against the words uttered, they can't hide from what they sense they're about to hear, it's always too late.

Alex hadn't been clubbing in several years. After he and Lydia moved in together, the clubs lost their appeal. Now he felt the return of the old thrill, the anticipation of the hunt—the sense that the night held secrets bound to be unveiled before it was over. Tasha was talking about someone in New York whom Alex was supposed to know. "The last time I saw him, he just kept banging his head against the wall, and I said to him, 'Michael, you've really got to

This cousin had a girlfriend with cheekbones to break your heart, and you knew she was the real thing when she steadfastly refused to acknowledge your presence. She possessed secrets—about islands, about horses, about French pronunciation—that you would never know.

She thought of all she had learned about Harry tonight and hugged the intimate information to herself.

To turn yourself into an image is to expose your daily life, your misfortunes, your desires and your possibilities. It is to have no secrets left. Never to tire of expressing yourself, speaking, communicating. To be readable at every moment, overexposed to the glare of the information media (like the woman who appears live twenty-four hours a day on the Internet, showing the tiniest details of her life).

Paris, however?because of her purely fortuitous beauty, because of the old things which have become a part of her, because of her entanglement of buildings and tenements?Paris yields herself in discovery as an attic beloved in our childhood gave up its secrets.

Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there's a secret.