Quotes About Secrets

But you're wrong about these pictures, you're wrong about this house, and you're wrong about Teddy. There is some seriously weird shit happening right under your nose and you're living in denial!

Escuchar es lo más peligroso. Es saber, estar al tanto. Los oídos carecen de párpados que puedan cerrarse instintivamente a lo pronunciado, no pueden guardarse de lo que se presiente que va a escucharse, siempre es demasiado tarde".

No es fácil saber por qué se mata la gente, ni los más próximos, todo el mundo está trastornado, todo el mundo las pasa putas, a veces sin causa y casi siempre en secreto, la gente vuelve cara contra la almohada y espera al día siguiente. De pronto no esperan.

Dünya sürprizlerle ve gizlerle dolu. Yak?n?m?zdaki birilerini tan?d???m?z? düÅŸünürüz ama zamanla bilmediklerinizin bildiklerimizden çok daha fazla olduÄŸunu görürüz, zamanla daha az tan?n?r kar??daki, zamanla daha çok karanl?k nokta oluÅŸur. Ayd?nlanan çok ÅŸey olsa bile karanl?kta kalanlar her zaman daha fazlad?r.

Our lives are often a continuous betrayal and denial of what came before, we twist and distort everything as time passes, and yet we are still aware, however much we deceive ourselves, that we are the keepers of secrets and mysteries, however trivial.

Listening is the most dangerous thing of all, listening means knowing, finding out about something, and knowing what's going on, our ears don't have lids that can instinctively close against the words uttered, they can't hide from what they sense they're about to hear.

Los vínculos del engaño y la desdicha son los más fuertes de todos." Javier Marias - Asi empieza lo malo

I will continue to study at your feet, Master. I will learn from your wisdom. I will discover your secrets, unlocking them one by one until everything you know—all your knowledge and all your power—is mine. And once you are no longer of use to me, I will destroy you. One day I will surpass you. And on that day I will kill you, Lord Bane. But that day is not today.

The salarians had a saying: the mind with many secrets can never rest.

I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.

Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.

Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.

Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas

May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.

Because after a time having a secret and nobody knowing you have a secret is no fun. And although you don't want others to know what the secret is, you want them to at least know you have one.

annie died the other day never was there such a lay-- whom,among her dollies,dad first(don't tell your mother)had

Finding a secret can make everything else unimportant, you know.

the secret histories of things deserve to linger, to belong again to the coil of your hair I found once as a child, dried out by shadows, in a shut-tight wooden box

Homicide at its best stinks to high heaven because everyone walking this earth has a closet he'd prefer leaving closed and homicide rarely knocks before entering.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

Well—it had all grown out of the other choice she had made when, years ago, she had said: "Thy gods shall not be my gods." And now she but dimly guessed who their gods were. At the moment when her very life depended on her knowing their passwords, holding the clue to their labyrinth, she stood outside the mysterious circle and vainly groped for a way in.

Cât de mult se vor putea cunoaÈ™te unul pe altul, când datoria lui de om cumsecade era s? nu-i dest?inuie trecutul, iar a ei, ca fat? de m?ritat, s? nu aib? nici un fel de trecut de ascuns?

She was BAD . . . always. They used to meet at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, said my mother, as if the scene of the offence added to the guilt of the couple whose past she was revealing.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.