Quotes About Secrets

As he lay down, a slight sigh spilled from his thin lips. Most likely it was just his chest wound having its say. Of course, no one else would ever know for sure. D's sorrow, his joy, and his pain belonged to him alone.

Night changed the streets. It dressed them in the mourning clothes named darkness, and applied the makeup called mystery.

He feared, in his secret heart, that one day in company the baby would sit up and speak; that it would engage his eyes, appraise him, and say, 'You prick.

God knows what risks we take, God knows all that Danton has done. God and Camille. God will keep his mouth shut.

there are liasons which would put yours in the shade...

But our secrets do not keep us. They worry at us; they wear us away, from the inside out.

Try always, Wolsey says, to find out what people wear under their clothes.

History's what people are trying to hide from you, not what they're trying to show you. You search for it in the same way you sift through a landfill: for evidence of what people want to bury.

Slicing the cranium of her husband, the Marquis of Exeter, and stirring a forefinger in the murk of his intentions.

a wonderful thing like hazelnuts hidden in chocolate surprises never forgotten secrets never revealed a quest for falling shadows in the voice of angels at dawn lately I wonder about nostalgia candy-framed moments of yesterday shaping times with tender hands I am stories dreamt before birth -- beyond death in a stranger's imagination

There you are," Cardan says as I take my place beside him. "How has the night been going for you? Mine has been full of dull conversation about how my head is going to find itself on a spike.

Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder," Locke calls after me. "We would be surprised to find that," I call back.

Someone could cut through the mess in our house and look at it like one might look at rings on a tree or layers of sediment. They'd find the black-and-white hairs of a dog we had when I was six, the acid-washed jeans my mother once wore, the seven blood-soaked pillowcases from the time I skinned my knee. All our family secrets rest in endless piles.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

I expect her to say The Liar. She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. "What else? The Queen.

That's family for you. Can't live with them; can't murder them. Unless Barron rats me out to Yulikova. Then I really might.

In general, her family wasn't very good at talking about important stuff. And of all of them, she was the least good at it. When she tried, it felt like all the chains on all her imagined safes and trunks started rattling

What is it? For what do you scheme? Ethine's death would weigh on you and the stain of her blood would seep into your skin" "Do you know what they wish for when they give you the Unseelie crown?" Roiben's tone was soft, like he was telling a secret. Kaye could barely catch his words. "That you be made of ice. What makes you think it matters what I feel? What makes you think I feel anything at all?

I want to tell you so many lies," he says.

What makes you feel safe when you go to sleep at night? Being able to check and see that your secrets are still hidden.

Secrets lie in the entrails of things, in the dregs.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

Secrets hurt the keeper more than you think.

He takes a step toward me. ¨The other night---¨"I cut him off.¨I did it for the same reason that you did. To get it out of my system.¨ ¨And is it?¨ he asks. ¨Out of you system?¨ I look him in the face and lie. ¨Yes.¨ Page 181