Quotes About Secrets

Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.

I'm a parent, especially when you've had the intense parenting the way I had. It's all in the bank. It's all in the great experience bank. Those are your secrets. That's the stuff that makes your work rich, that's what you dip into.

Not all lies are harmful. Sometimes we're willing participants in deception for the sake of social dignity, maybe to keep a secret that should be kept secret, secret. We say, 'Nice song.' 'Honey, you don't look fat in that, no.'

You see, one of the things about being a Housewife, and a New Jersey Housewife in particular, is that most of the drama seems to happen behind the scenes when the cameras aren't around.

As a child, I always enjoyed - my parents used to have these little cocktail parties - and I always loved trying to get the adults to tell me things they weren't supposed to say. And in many ways, that's what my job is today; it's getting people to tell me things that they probably are otherwise not supposed to say.

I did not seek to sell U.S. secrets. I did not partner with any foreign government to guarantee my safety. Instead, I took what I knew to the public so what affects all of us can be discussed by all of us in the light of day, and I asked the world for justice.

There are parts of me that I keep secret even from myself. I have demons and I'd love to be able to healthily look at the demons and still be a wonderful actor and not feel I need them to create.

Fin looked at him squarely. "Sometimes there are things about yourself that you just don't want to talk about." "Why?" "Because talking about them makes you think about them, and thinking about them hurts

Do I want you to write to me? Indeed I do.... The others break my heart, but you will not. You a something divine in you that is not in other men. You have the touch that heals, not lacerates. And you know the secret places of our hearts... You have seen our whole voyage... [Y]ou see us not, chartless, adrift - derelicts.

My family is undoubtedly different from yours. But one thing I've learned after more than twenty years of working closely with families is this: your family, like mine, is also marked by the consequences of the disobedience of our first parents as described in Genesis 3. Shame, secrets, lies, betrayals, relationship breakdowns, disappointments, and unresolved longings for unconditional love lie beneath the veneer of even the most respectable families. Coming

Døde normer kan ikke analyseres væk, men kun gennem den anormale kærlighedserfaring relativeres og gøres tilgængelig for forandringer. På denne måde sker befrielsen af indre trang, som ikke tager sig betalt med døden - en kærlighed, der identificerer sig med det, der vil leve. Og alligevel er det hvert menneskes egen hemmelighed, hvor langt livssvinget rækker.

I have been sometimes way too attracted by my own villains because in a way they seem to hold the secret to the heart of the narrative.

Everyone's running from something.

The intelligence of few perceives what has been carefully hidden in the recesses of the mind.

Indeed, the hereditary gift of prophecy will go to the grave with me. ~ Nostradamus

For the last few years Richard had been mailing Ruth costume jewelry, which he'd told her he'd bought from some fence. Ruth kept it all in a box in the garage. Despite the accusations that her brother was a thief, it had never occurred to her that the jewelry might be stolen and she should hide it.

For dead men tell no tales.

Keep your own secret, and get out other people's.

There are some occasions in which a man must tell half his secret, in order to conceal the rest

I had to admit one thing. If Haupthändler had killed the Pfarrs then he was as cool as a treasure chest in fifty fathoms of water.

A million questions flash through my mind: How did it begin for him? How and at what age did it reveal itself? How is it that no one can see it on him? Yes, how can it be so undetectable? And then: Is it about suffering? Only suffering? And again: Will I be the first? Or were there others before me? Others who were also secret? And: What does he imagine exactly? I don't ask any of these questions, of course. I follow his lead, accepting the rules of the game. He says: I know a place.

I need to say everything before I die, I cannot die carrying this secret, this amazing secret.

I've buried a lot of my laundry in the back yard.

Every house has its own private cup of sorrow. (3)