Quotes About Secrets

Our secrets make us sick because they separate us from other people. Keep us alone. Turn us into fearful, angry, bitter people. Turn us against others, and finally against ourselves. A murder almost always began with a secret. Murder was a secret spread over time. Gamache

Why did he kill his own mother?' Ruth asked. 'The oldest story in the book,' said Gamache. 'Ben was a male prostitute?' Gabri exclaimed. 'That's the oldest profession. Where do you keep your head?' asked Ruth. 'Never mind, don't answer that.

We knew who would want him found, Dr Croix, but who wants him to remain buried?

A lie was a light. One that grew into a floodlight, that eventually illuminated the person among them with the biggest secret. The most to hide.

They all had them. Secrets. But some stank more than others.

But she went from being a happy, carefree child to an embittered woman. Very solitary, not very likeable apparently. Then, near the end of her life, she wrote to a friend. In the letter she said that her father had said something to her. Something horrible and unforgivable." "The brutal telling.

I don't know about normal human beings, but for alcoholics it's lethal. A secret that rotten will drive you to drink. And the drink will drive you to your grave. But not before it steals everything from you. Your loved ones, your job, your home. Your dignity. And finally, your life.

She radiated rage now. He felt his face would bubble and scald. And he knew why none of the Morrow children had ever been this close. And wondered, fleetingly, about Bert Finney, who had.

The place didn't even have crime. Except murder. The only criminal thing that ever happened in this village was the worst possible crime.

Of all the things we keep inside the worst are the secrets. The things we are so ashamed of, so afraid of, we need to hide them even from ourselves. Secrets lead to delusion and delusion leads to lies, and lies create a wall. Our secrets make us sick because they separate us from other people.

But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians," confided Gamache. "All that silence. Gives them ideas.

How'd he know there was a but? Not for the first time Beauvoir hoped Gamache couldn't actually read his mind. There was a lot of junk up there. As his grandfather used to say, 'You don't want to go into your head alone, mon petit. It's a very scary place.

Our secrets make us sick because they separate us from other people. Keep us alone. Turn us into fearful, angry, bitter people. Turn us against others, and finally against ourselves.

Looking around he realised how much he liked this place and these people. Too bad one of them was a murderer.

But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians," confided Gamache. "All that silence. Gives them ideas." They laughed and as they walked back

Everyone, he knew, had one. A locked room. Either in their home, or their head, or their heart. Where things that should never see the light of day lived, and waited. For their chance to escape.

They stole the files of everyone who was involved in the raid. Who came to you for help. Who told you everything. All their fears, their vulnerabilities. What they want from life. What matters to them. A road map in their heads.

You'd be surprised. Not everything buried is actually dead,

There is always another story / There is more than meets the eye.

The funny thing about murder is that the act is often committed decades before the actual action.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

He'd seen Gamache go into homes, warehouses, forests where they knew heavily

Terrible things were discussed by confident people in public places.

I don't think I can answer questions about the trust fund.