Quotes About Secrets

Secrets...are the very root of cool.

Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

Oh, well, I can't tell you; it would be telling you the end. It's a one-character lip-syncing because in the early days, that's what my dad was doing.

I can see her lying back in her faded dress in a room where do what you don't confess.

OR am I the only warlock you know?" "No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.

Do Mom and Dad know you're dating a homicidal lunatic? (Madaug) No, and if you tell them, I'll superglue your fingertips to your keyboard. (Eric)

No, really, Ronnie, it's good to share information when you know someone else is dating the lunarly challenged.

There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death.

Beyond the grave they will find nothing but death. But we shall keep the secret, and for their happiness we shall allure them with the reward of heaven and eternity.

you're as adventurous as your secrets, as abhorrent as your secrets, as lonely as your secrets, as alluring as your secrets, as courageous as your secrets, as vacuous as your secrets, as lost as your secrets;

Her ubiquity and his constipation, my mother flying in through the bedroom window, my father reading the evening paper with a suppository up his ass . . . these, Doctor, are the earliest impressions I have of my parents, of their attributes and secrets.

He may make me feel like a fool, and like a woman who can do nothing, but what I can do I will. In my jewellery box is a dark locket of black tarnished silver and inside it locked in the darkness, I have his name: Richard Neville and that of George, Duke of Clarence, written in my blood on a piece of paper from the corner of my father's last letter. These are my enemies, I have cursed them. I will see them dead at my feet.

on what he wants to say. I step back. So it is just as his wife fears, and she was

A man may love her if he keeps her secret and lets her alone when she wants to bathe, and she may love him in return until he breaks his word, as men always do, and she sweeps him into the deeps, with her fishy tail, and turns his faithless blood to water.

What haunts are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others," the psychoanalyst

Why had I chosen the path of the law? And why law of the kind that seemed to be connected to an unspoken family history? 'What haunts are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others,' the psychoanalyst Nicolas Abraham wrote of the relationship between a grandchild and a grandparent. The invitation from Lviv was a chance to explore those haunting gaps.

There's only one way to find out," said Eddie, smiling slightly. Beth turned to her sister. "Spy on them?" "Exactly." Caroline began to feel all warm inside again, though not, she knew, with the Christmas spirit. Eddie and Beth were back in her corner again, making plans, and that was right where she wanted them to be.

You won't be going home tonight - or ever, Trevor whispered. You've seen too much.

Would you love me if you knew I suck down liver blood in the supermarket?

We used to live in your house, George said. And now, guess what? Jerry added. Now we're dead in your house!

Behind me, Mom busily cleaned out the refrigerator, making room for the groceries Dad was out buying. I was dying to tell her about the scary mask. I wanted to show it to her. Maybe put it on and make her scream. But I knew she'd ask too many questions about where I bought it, and how much it cost, and how much of my allowance I used up to pay for it. All questions I couldn't answer.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

Mind the dead man, my dear.