Quotes About Secrets

How could he have wanted to marry her, make kids with her, a family, all the while knowing what she'd done?

Before Arwen arrived, the neighborhood was fine. Just ticking along, everyone effectively hiding their dark family secrets behind their smiling masks. But Arwen rattled their cage. The rats began running around and attacking each other.

Come," he coaxed, "tell me a murderous, wicked thought." She scowled at her shoe. "I have wanted to strangle my papa," she muttered. "Egad! Patricide. Well, that's a relief," said he with a grin. "I thought I was the only one.

Keeping the secret was going to be more difficult than Rupert could have foreseen. Every time she met a hieroglyph, she'd act like this: vibrating like a tuning fork, the gigantic brain bubbling over and spilling out its secrets: Greek and Latin and Coptic and names of scholars and who believed what and this alphabet versus that one and phonetic interpretations versus symbolic ones.

what the willows don't know won't make them weep

The number of family secrets is just staggering.

That's why I'm compelled to tell this story - don't we all have one secret that has shaped us we are burning to reveal? - to convince myself that I'm entitled to my own life.

Maybe secrets are only told when you're trying to protect the real truth from coming out.

Sounds like you kids have some talking to do. I'll be eavesdropping from the kitchen.

If you're going to ask me if the muffins are low fat, you should know I'm running out of places to hide all the dead bodies.

Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again. Every inch of her.

There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.

How busy are you today? Oh, he [Thomas] mused. I don't know. I mean, I've got to get a new shirt now. After that, I asked, would you like to help me save the city? If you don't already have plans. He snorted. You mean, would I like to follow you around, wondering what the hell is going on because you won't tell me everything, then get in a fight with something that is going to leave me in intensive care? Uh-huh, I said, nodding, pretty much. Yeah, he said. Okay.

Fear is a prison. But when you combine it with secrets, it becomes especially toxic, vicious. It puts us all into solitary, unable to hear one another clearly.

rocket launcher like it was a coat. Karrin let him, giving him an edged smile that she directed past him, to the shadows where the Genoskwa lurked. "I didn't kill the accountant," she said quietly. "Nicodemus said not to." That surprised me a little. If she wanted to hide herself from me, she didn't need to go to the effort of lying. All she had to do was stay silent. "He said that to all of us," I said.

Everything's never in the open, son," he responded. "There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times. Or that's been my experience.

People who know diddly about wizards don't like to give us their names. They're convinced that if they give a wizard their name from their own lips it could be used against them. To be fair, they're right.

Let the deep things stay deep.

Please don't assume that I do not realize secrets are being kept from me. Tolerance is not the same as ignorance.

You can't beat the Fair Folk as housekeepers. You also can't tell people about them, because they'll pack up and clear out. Why? I have no idea. They're faeries, and that's just how it works.

I was cooking my life in a cracked clay pot that was leaking. I had found secrets I didn't deserve to know. When the battle for the mind is finally over it's late June, green and raining.

P.S. If it's not a secret, will you tell me how you got my dollhouse inside our living room last Christmas? I know it's too big to fit down the chimney. I measured.

Michelle's Note: When I make these at my rented house just off the Macalester campus, I put the rolls in a box and write "FROZEN KIDNEYS FOR HANNAH'S CAT" on the box. So far, none of my roommates, every one of them a cookie hound, has ever opened the box to see what's inside.

All schools have their skeletons. St Oswald's is no exception. Most of the time, we try our best to keep them in the closet. But this time, the only recourse we have is to throw open all the closets, light as many bulbs as we can and catch the vermin as it comes out.