Quotes About Secrets

No man can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips.

That's not to say that all software project management books are crap. Just most of them. One of the few that I've found compelling enough to finish is Johanna Rothman's "Behind Closed Doors: Secrets of Great Management." She co-wrote it with Esther Derby.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

My name means 'Keeper of Secrets' in High Elven. Your name means "Trust" in the old dwarven language. So I will hold you to your name, young Khadgar. Young Trust.

There was an easier solution to the security breach. He could kill us all. An explosion at a bomb factory would tidy up the problems of a trial drawn out by national security motions. There would be no pleas, no losing, no settlement. If this place blew, no one would ever know about Wahi Pandi, Gadwhal or the Gissar heliport. None of it. The secret would be safe.

I preyed on this sort of thing, discontentment, a clash of passions among the rivals, and the zealots. Open sores opened secrets. That's how I roll." Jackson Guild, The Trinity Conspiracy, Betrayal at Black Mesa

Scatter into the four winds and uncover Ying's secrets, as well as your own," Grandmaster had told them. "Uncover the past, for it is your future." Malao

I don't have any blood?" "Not a drop. It's being stored in jars in a freezer somewhere in the facility. Do you want to see it?

If I were you, I would never tell ugly stories about ingenious ways of killing people, for you never can tell but that someone at the table may be tired of his or her nearest and dearest.

Le nostre paure non vanno mai perdute, anche se i loro nascondigli sono misteriosi. Forse, di tutte le cose del mondo, nulla si evolve e si trasforma meno della paura. Quando penso ai miei primi anni, per prima cosa ritrovo le paure di cui essi abbondarono in maniera inesauribile. Molte le ritrovo soltanto ora, mentre in altre, che non troverò mai, risiede presumibilmente il segreto che mi fa desiderare una vita interminabile.

Men like mystery. They don't want to be told everything woman are thinking.

A family is no place for privacy!

You know, sometimes marriage is iron. Sometimes it's tissue paper. And I think the times it's tissue paper are when you need to keep things to yourself. Or you can end up making a mistake that you'll regret forever.

It seemed there was a leak in my life.

If you look closely enough, there are bloodstains.

The problem with the dead is that they don't keep secrets. Eventually they tell on themselves.

every healthy marriage is composed of walls and windows. The windows are the aspects of your relationship that are open to the world—that is, the necessary gaps through which you interact with family and friends; the walls are the barriers of trust behind which you guard the most intimatesecrets of your marriage.

In my experience, this is the hardest lesson of them all. After a certain age, we are all walking around this world in bodies made of secrets and shame and sorrow and old, unhealed injuries. Our hearts grow sore and misshapen around all this pain - yet somehow, still, we carry on.

Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.

I believe that many modern women, my mother included, carry within them a whole secret New England cemetery, wherein they have quietly buried- in neat little rows- the personal dreams they have given up for their families

After a certain age, we are all walking around this world in bodies made of secrets and shame and sorrow and old, unhealed injuries. Our hearts grow sore and misshapen around all this pain—yet somehow, still, we carry on.

Alma learned that her father drank out of bottles in the evening, and that those bottles sometimes contained danger (raised voices; banishment), but could also contain miracles—such

Some mistakes can never be put right—not by the passage of time, and not by our most fervent wishes, either. In my experience, this is the hardest lesson of them all. After a certain age, we are all walking around this world in bodies made of secrets and shame and sorrow and old, unhealed injuries. Our hearts grow sore and misshapen around all this pain—yet somehow, still, we carry on.

Pasada una cierta edad vamos por este mundo en cuerpos hechos de secretos y de arrepentimiento, de dolor y de viejas heridas abiertas. Nuestros corazones están apenados y maltrechos por todo este sufrimiento y, sin embargo, nos las arreglamos para salir adelante