Quotes About Secrets

without telling him what I don't want to tell him. What I have to tell him.

He's right. He is. But thankfully he's a dickhead who doesn't seem to know my panties are in Chris's pocket.

Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones

I was hedging. I had no idea about what would happen if I told him something about the future. Like that Siena would face a plague within a few years. And that Florence would eventually rule them. What would happen if I let such things slip? All sorts of time/space continuum stuff might come crashing down. Or maybe it wouldn't. I should've watched more Star Trek as a kid.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Secrets ain't a healthy thang. Secrets ain't a healthy thang, no matter how old they is.

Secrets ain't a healthy thang, no matter how old they is. Sometimes the oldest secrets is the worst of all.

Oh shoot, Imagene, you shouldn't have told them that. Big mouth. "I mean, not that the hotel's not open for business now, because it is. Sure enough. You're both here." I flashed a big toothy grin, but only Carter smiled back. The

Oh, by the way, Mom, I've been meaning to ask. I don't suppose you married a merman, had his child, and then never saw him again? OR THOUGHT TO TELL YOUR DAUGHTER ABOUT IT? HUH???

These secrets came down my own ornately curved and twisting family line. For family stories are never as direct as history books, and therefore they are more true.

I'll lock the skeleton in its cupboard and throw away the key.

Chocolate making is an art as well as a science, and chocolate makers keep secret the roasting temperatures used, the time given to "conching", and the exact proportions of their formulations, which is why no two manufacturers' chocolates taste the same.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

We all lie. We all guard secrets—sometimes terrible ones—a side to us so dark, so shameful, that we quickly avert our own eyes from the shadow we might glimpse in the mirror. Instead we lock our dark halves deep in the basement of our souls. And on the surface of our lives, we work industriously to shape the public story of our selves . . .

here's a thing I've learned: Perfection is deception. An illusion. It's a carefully curated but false narrative. The golden family you think you know from the luxury home down the street—they're not who you believe they are. They have faults, secrets. Sometimes dark and terrible ones.

Perfection is deception. An illusion. It's a carefully curated but false narrative. The golden family you think you know from the luxury home down the street—they're not who you believe they are. They have faults, secrets. Sometimes dark and terrible ones.

told her if Jon Rittenberg or Daisy found out, they would do anything to stop her from exposing them. But she continued like she had nothing to lose. And maybe she didn't have anything left to lose,

Because if you do, Kit, if you see a shocking secret that someone desperately wants to keep hidden, you could be in trouble. People—rich people—will do anything to protect themselves

Sometimes those closest are the most blind to the Monster who lives among them.

suppose he didn't tell you either about his affair with Mia, and those men he slept with in a threesome." "What?" The woman smiles. "And, Jon, I'm betting Daisy has not told you about the 'insurance' she keeps?

The truth . . . sets you free." His breathing changes. He struggles to get his next words out. "It's . . . the secrets that fester. You . . . think you've buried them, gotten rid of them somehow, but they're like this damned cancer. The minute you're down, the second you grow tired, it starts to grow again,

There's no way anyone could know of her marital strain. Yet Fareed's words cut close to the bone. Much too close.

Some micro-level vibe. And it's telling Daisy this is not the first time her husband and this blonde have met. There's a much deeper current here.