Quotes About Secrets

One hot August Thursday afternoon, Maddie Farady reached under the front seat of her husband's Cadillac and pulled out a pair of black lace underpants. They weren't hers.

The castle loomed ahead as I crested the rise of a dune. Even with the sun shining upon it, the stone walls were dark and begged me to ask what sinister secrets lay hidden in the shadows.

She'd never dreamed—make that nightmared—that Dr. Cinatas was a murderer.

thinking that the world was like an orange, that I could split it open with my thumbnail and find a whole different world, the grown-up world, the secrets beneath the skin.

I shut my eyes, assaulted by a sudden vision of Bruce and his new girl in his wide, warm bed, his arm wrapped companionably around her, telling my family secrets...and the new girl would give a wise, professionally compassionate kindergarten-teacher nod, all the while thinking what a freak I must be.

Beautiful doesn't begin to describe it. A flower is beautiful. But this is beautiful the way that a person is beautiful- terrifying with its jagged edges, yet seductive with its crevices that hide so many secrets.

You can never tell who's sitting on the next bar stool.

it's not what people do, it's what they don't tell you they do. That's what hurts. That's what you think about when the television signs off and you're still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

I did. Some truths feel like they'll kill you if you say them out loud.

The truth is there's always a hidden world under the one we initially perceive, but grasping its nature can be inconvenient, unsettling even dangerous.

bind in spite of secrets and

And I see you have not resisted their lure either." He motioned toward her books. "Might I look at your selections?" She hesitated and clutched her books closer out of habit. She had often felt that the books one read were a peek into the soul of the reader. That was why her personal library was kept in a locked room very separate from the places where her visitors went for her wild parties. Sharing these selections with Benedict felt so very intimate.

Oh, she said, that, and loosened her grip. She must've heard this question a hundred times, because she turned away and looked out the window. There's meat sewn in the corset, she said more quietly. Beef liver and offal. She shrugged. Provides some extra here, too. She patted her chest. The cat knows that if he growls but refrains from biting, he'll get a fine meal. And now she glanced at the driver again. Me too, I guess. If I growl, but don't bite, I get to eat.

He could see it because he knew that lonely people hide secrets more than others.

Lying in his parents' house, in the middle of the night, she told him the whole story, about meeting Dimitri on a bus, finding his resume in the bin. She confessed that Dimitri had gone with her to Palm Beach. One by one he stored the pieces of information in his mind, unwelcome, unforgivable. And for the first time in his life, another man's name upset Gogol more than his own.

Though there are only inches between them, for an instant his father is a stranger, a man who has kept a secret, has survived a tragedy, a man whose past he does not fully know. A man who is vulnerable, who has suffered in an inconceivable way.

The craft work becomes a mediator between me and my secrets, between me and the listener.

Somebody said that my work might be an interesting source of material.

Well, thank you. I do exercise in fact I am an exercise freak. Can't do without my regular work out. I'm not letting you in on any more of my secrets!

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

I think there's a lot of work to be done with our societies. My biggest passions are the environment and health. And when I say 'health' I mean the secrets behind health and our food system.

You can lead and motivate people without a certificate or title, what you need to do is to tell people a compelling secret that was only known to you.

Study history, study history. In history lies all the secrets of statecraft.

Betrayal... is my favorite subject.