Quotes About Secrets

Yes," he said softly. "I know about him. It doesn't

Who—" My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. "Who is his mother?" Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. "Was. She's dead.

Her name was Geneva Dunsany," Grey said. "My wife's sister.

I think all parents have a double life.

Any place is good for eavesdropping, if you know how to eavesdrop.

We are only as emotionally strong as our deepest/biggest secret!

You slept with Curran and you didn't tell me? I'm your best friend." "It didn't come up." "How disappointing for you." Ha-ha. "That's not what I meant.

Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.

But in the secret history of anger--one man's silence / lives in the bodies of others.

But only the witnesses feel fear, a maddening fear, for what they could bring to light is even larger than the sun that is measured and gauged and set down down in a study.

People don't change very much. As long as something's inconceivable, inexplicable or pitch black, it moves them, they go walking in the woods or rocketing into space, bringing their own world of secrets into the secrets of the world.

Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends. Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets? Death: I have no secrets. Antonius Block: So do you know nothing? Death: I am unknowing.

It was entitled Somebody Else Is on the Moon. The author's name was George Leonard.

Julia didn't want to leave Colonia. She liked her little world, the cobbled streets that wound upward as if searching for the sky; her own sloping, rickety house with its roof of crooked pink tiles - the exclusive domain of the neighborhood cats that Julia fed in secret. She felt she was the mistress of this small, safe world where should do as she pleased with her days; where Anna alone was allowed to enter; and where everyone except her mother respected her desire for childhood solitude.

They were confident and cunning. They weren't mucking around looking for nuclear weapon secret sloppy seconds in America. They could care less about America. They were busy with the whole world domination thing.

He didn't talk about his painful past. Ever. With anyone.

They said no one knew a man as well as a woman who slept with him.

The Reader, Bernhard Schlink

Stones from the River, Ursula Hegi

Penelope was useful to him in this respect because she was - so she assured him - very much in the swim. Later he discovered seas more secret, cool and rarefied than those in which Penelope demonstrated her brave little breast stroke, but for the time being he submitted himself to her authority.

Just wait until the girls hear about this.

Sometimes it is hard to know what the truth is. And sometimes truth is pain. Easier to hide the truth and make a secret of it, than to face it. -Chapter 22, page 254

Sometimes I am afraid for people like you who have to know things. Your kind will dig and hunt and worry at it until one day you will find what is hidden, waiting for you.

With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.