Quotes About Secrets

Unlike Chicago or New York, small-town Minnesota did not allow a man's failings to disappear beneath a veil of numbers. People talked. Secrets did not stay secret.

So many venues are owned by these various different ticketing and promoting people, and they're all in bed with one another. It's no secret over here.

Nasmeh dreves, lovorovega zelenja, to je nekaj pomenilo, to je bila resni?na skrivnost bivanja.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

It's not that I have anything to hide—I've already hidden all of it—but

Talk to me, I whispered to the Dark Passenger. Tell me what you have done.

It was Rogelio, Chutsky's friend from the front desk, who was going to tell us when Weiss checked in. But it certainly didn't look like he was going to tell us much of anything, unless we listened to him with a Ouija board. Because if appearances were any guide at all, judging by the belt so tightly wrapped around his neck and the way his tongue and eyes bulged out, Rogelio was extremely dead.

She looked at me, and then I knew what was wrong, because I saw something very dark and leather-winged at the back of her eyes, just for a moment, before the cover of icy amusement slid back into place on her face. "I shall make him forgive me," she said, and her lips turned up higher in a wonderful fake smile. "Besides, he won't find out, will he?" And she turned to Deborah. "This will be our little secret, all right?" she said.

unknown to everyone but Deborah, I was a twisted homicidal sicko myself.

Deborah was the only person on earth who knew what I really was, and even though she was still getting used to the idea, I had thought she understood the very careful boundaries set up by Harry, and understood, too, that I would never cross them.

We rolled across town through light traffic, mostly keeping our thoughts to ourselves. Several times I caught Jackie looking at me with what could only be called a secret smirk, and while it's nice to be the target of other people's happiness, I didn't get any joy from her barely suppressed amusement—especially since I had no idea what was causing it.

I'll die a meter maid, Dexter.

And, unfortunately for all concerned—except possibly the ghost of J. Edgar Hoover, who must have been hovering protectively in a spectral house frock—sitting next to Chambers was Special Agent Brenda Recht.

What'd he do? Your stepfather?

THE LITTLE HOUSE AT CROIX-ROUSSE Georges Simenon

Divorce never. Murder several times.

So how did you manage to lose Lunsdorf? He got away from Sergeant Roberts in Harrods. I sometimes wish I could do that when shopping with my wife, said the cabinet secretary.

Where else would she feel more comfortable than in this subterranean realm where people wrote down what they couldn't say, where they gave voice to their most shameful longings and knowledge?

It occurred to us that she and the girls read secret signs of misery in cloud formations, that despite the discrepancies in their ages something timeless communicated itself between them, as though she were advising the girls in her mumbling Greek, Don't waste your time on life.

Dr. Phil never talked about Smyrna and left the room if anyone did. He never mentioned his murdered sons and daughters. Maybe this was the reason for his survival.

Una bala por presión familiar. Una bala por predisposición genética. Una bala por malestar histórico. Una bala por un impulso inevitable. Las otras dos balas son imposibles de nombrar, pero esto no quiere decir que las cámaras estuvieran vacías.

But there's always a chance she's hiding a flask and a Nixon-esque Enemies List in her pinafore apron, which is exactly why we're such good friends.

Was he thinking serial killer? She was but did not want to voice that opinion yet. This was different and the same. Very much the same as Gail and Charlie, her mother's superiors, made inferior by Arleen's knife. Her mom's killing streak ran for twelve years, and would have continued indefinitely, if she had not taken Nadine's classmate. Right after Nadine had told her mom that Sandra was terrorizing her, the high school senior went missing.

If you were quiet about something then it never happened. Someone would write a song about it for sure. Everything you're not supposed to know about, or talk about, eventually turned up in a song. Some