Quotes About Secrets

Everyone does not know the secrets of Truth The States of Truth are not evidential.

You were listening at the door, Gigi!" "No, Grandmamma." "Yes, you had your ear to the keyhole. You must never listen at key-holes. You don't hear properly and so you get things all wrong.

The keeper of the knowledge is the keeper of the power.

The more you know about the secrets of the world, the harder it is to enjoy the world.

Oh, this was the great ploy of Satan in that kingdom of his: to display such blatant evil one could almost believe one's own secret sin didn't matter.

That's the S.D.'s favorite trick—feeling for a warm spot on a bed." © Hans Poley/Nederlands fotomuseum, Rotterdam Two Jewish women during an actual drill of the hiding place in 1943.

All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.

I used to do drugs, but don't tell anyone because it'll ruin my image.

what they show tells you what they want to hide.

Old people really do have a secret though. You wanna know what it is? Luck.

Look out there, my little princess," he called down to her. "These plants are only the very tip of the earth's treasures, almost like hairs on her head. She hides so many other secrets deep within her, and one day, if you're lucky, you may find some of them.

Nineteen secrets, nineteen stones, nineteen branches, nineteen bones, untold wonders in a day breathing deep under stone and clay.

Still, there is something emboldening about being awake when the rest of the world is sleeping. Like I know something they don't.

On Water Street, every person has at least two stories to tell. One story that the light of day shines on; the other that lives only in the pitch black of night, the kind of story carried beneath the breastbone, near the heart, for safekeeping.

Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney

You think you know someone," she whispered. "You think you understand a person, then you find out all the secrets and lies. So many secrets." Sadness pulled at her. "Do we ever really know anyone? Or do we just know what people want us to believe?

The darkness of the night could hide so much. He'd always enjoyed killing in that darkness.

It was funny, though, the things you didn't learn about people until after they died.

A secret is a burden. It's exhausting, a lie.

Grampa pulled off his lucky hat and sank into the recliner. Before long, he was snoring like a rusty hymn. 'Zzzzzz . . .' Uncle Leonard tossed Ray over one shoulder and hauled him into the kitchen, where the smell of frying bacon filled the air. 'Any fish today?" Aunt Wilhelmina asked. 'Yes, ma'am," Ray said, 'but that's not all we caught.' Uncle Leonard sat Ray down. 'What else was there?" 'Something bigger' is all that Ray would say.

One problem with agreeing to keep a secret is that it always starts off feeling like an easy, little decision. But it doesn't stay easy or little. it sits there like one of those jagged ledges hiding under the surface of the ocean at high tide—quietly waiting to rip everything apart if you forget, for even a second, it's there.

It is almost impossible for a parent to hold a secret from a child. Children, without the skills of language, spend years developing instead an intuition. By the time they are fifteen, as I was, they are masters of a kind of clairvoyance that tells them, He is depressed, He is frightened, He is pleased.

How can there be any secrets, we are all the same organisms? How can there be any secrecy, when everything is known to all of us?

But that's just it! I never saw the old lady. I heard plenty about her from Roger and the doctor and the black satin pincushion—and they all told me something different. The only thing they had in common was terror; they were all scared to death of Aunt Beatrice.