Quotes About Secrets

We are all walking repositories of hidden treasures.

Why me? Because you draw me. Because you are kind but not soft. Because when you touch me, the pain is bittersweet. Because you cradle a desperate secret to your bosom, like a viper in your arms, and don't let go of it even as it gnaws upon your very flesh. I want to pry that viper from your arms. To suckle upon your torn and bloody flesh. To take your pain within myself and make it mine.

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. "Forgive me," he whispered as he set the candle down. "I could not stay away.

She caught her breath on a sob. He was going to London to bed another woman.

But then again, maybe a woman never really knew the men in her life.

He said there is a place in Gaul, the oldest church in their part of the world, where some of the Latin monks have outwitted death by secret means. He offered to sell me their secrets, which he has inscribed in a book. The abbot shudders. God preserve us from such heresies, he says hastily. I am certain, my son, that you refused this temptation. Dracula smiles. You know I am fond of books.

The Persian poet Rumi says, The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want.

I'm living in the same house as someone who views secrets as personal pets, to be fed, cosseted, and possibly bred to produce litters of little secrets. Kindly don't add new ones to the kennel.

Today I have gathered together my nearest and dearest, my sixteen nieces and nephews (Sit down, Grace Windsor Wexler!) to view the body of your Uncle Sam for the last time. Tomorrow its ashes will be scattered to the four winds. I, Samuel W. Westing, hereby swear that I did not die of natural causes. My life was taken from me–by one of you!

The mind of a wise man is the safest custody of secrets; cheerfulness is the key to friendship; patience and forbearance will conceal many defects.

Often your utterances and expressions of your face leak out the secrets of your hidden thoughts.

A wise man's bosom is the safe of his secrets.

Do not share the knowledge with which you have been blessed with everyone in general, as you do with some people in particular and know that there are some men in whom Allah, may He he glorified, has placed hidden secrets, which they are forbidden to reveal.

Look at that. He can sew. Not something he could do while he was alive. Death. Full of surprises.

You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.

looking at the silent buildings, each one with a story to tell.

All around me, the night lived its secret life.

Dittany hadn't lived in Lobelia Falls all her life without coming to realize that walls do in fact have ears and every little bird is a stool pigeon at heart.

I miss you. I'm having the best sex of my life and I don't have anyone to tell about it." "You're having the best...this driving instructor is he best." "You know what my feet are like, right?" "I try not to think about them, but yes." "Well, he sucks my toes." There was a momentary silence, and then Bronwyn let out a long-suffering sigh. "Okay...

But if you happen to see Owen Zabriskie tomorrow, shake his hand for me." "Okay, but Aunt Esther..." "What?" Emma cupped her hand over the phone. "I was just wondering. About Mom. Did you really tell her she was a good player?" "Yes, I did," Aunt Esther said. "It was a terrible lie. She was the worst player I ever saw in my whole life." "She catches and throws just like a chicken," Emma whispered. "I know.

Pericles, he reflected, was a sad case. He'd been a postman all his life, a solid, reliable worker, until one Christmas when he had stolen all the gifts he was meant to deliver: wind-chimes, scented candles, Belgian chocolates, cowbells from the Bernese Oberland. Most of the haul had been lavished on his elderly mother; the rest he had stashed in his bedroom, which the old lady, being too frail to climb the stairs, no longer cleaned.

He gave me a message for you." She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth. "What is it?" "That you are in his blood." I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood. "Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

Never turn yer back on the sea, and remember what's hidden beneath her is always more deadly than what's in plain sight.

blood, they would be back. Molly herself was one