Quotes About Secrets

His smile dimmed, and he dropped his voice to a whisper. 'This is a real secret. You can't tell anyone. When I was little, I glamoured my mortal sister. I made her hit herself, a lot of times, over and over, and I laughed while she did. It was awful of me, and I never told her that I regretted it. I am afraid of making her remember. She might get really mad.

You went through my things?" The sudden flatness of his voice was unnerving. But Charlie rushed on, her hurt finally alchemizing into anger. "That's right. I found the license. And then I found the newspaper story about how you murdered a girl, and then yourself," she said. "You want me to feel bad about invading your privacy?" "Yes," he said, rubbing his hand over his face. "A little. I don't know.

Everything ought to be as it was before, except it isn't. Whenever my hand brushes Oak's as he passes me a piece of bread or a skin of water, I can't help but notice. When we sleep in shifts, one of us left to navigate by the stars, I am drawn to watching his face, as though through his dreams, I will learn his secrets.

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.

the difference between a friend and a good friend is when you tell a friend a man's done you wrong, they commiserate. When you tell a good friend, they ask where you want to bury the body.

Therefore don't you be gentle to your wife either. Don't tell her everything you know, but tell her one thing and keep another thing hidden.

It is certain that during the sixteenth century, and the years that preceded and followed it, poisoning was brought to a perfection unknown to modern chemistry, as history itself will prove. Italy, the cradle of modern science, was, at this period, the inventor and mistress of these secrets, many of which are now lost.

The secret of great fortunes with no apparent source is a forgotten crime.

Le secret des grandes fortunes sans cause apparente est un crime oublié, parce qu'il a été proprement fait.

Exist? dou? fa?ete ale istoriei, cea oficial?, mincinoas?, care ne este adus? la cuno?tiin?? pentru a fi înv??at? – ad usum delphini – ?i fa?eta secret?, în care se g?sesc adev?ratele cauze ale evenimentelor.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table — a fool's notion of history.

El descubrira mi engaño y nunca más deseará verme.

The less people think of you, the more they will reveal to you or in your presence.

Liane Moriarty

Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

This was how it could be done. This was how you lived with a terrible secret. You just did it. You pretended everything was fine. You ignored the deep, cramplike pain in your stomach. You somehow anesthetized yourself so that nothing felt that bad, but nothing felt that good either.

Do you think you were locked in a cupboard as a child?" Cecilia had asked him once (she wouldn't have put it past his mother), but he said he was pretty sure he wasn't.

Not all mysteries are meant to be solved. Not all secrets are meant to be told.

The ones referred to obliquely and the ones discussed in frank detail. She'd give the police everything they needed to convict her husband. She would say, Here is one possible motive and here is another, because any marriage of that many years has multiple motives for murder. Every police officer and hairdresser knows that.

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.

Sometimes when she looked at him, she felt like there was a sleeping snake tightly coiled within her chest, a snake that would one day hiss to life and strike with unimaginable, unforgivable consequences.

There are so many secrets about our lives we'll never know.

She would never again lie in bed on a Good Friday morning and relax in the blissful knowledge that there was nothing to do and nowhere to be, because for the rest of her life, there would always, always be something left undone. An unmade confession. An ugly secret.

Oh my Lord...she'd seduced her brother-in-law with butter.