Quotes About Secrets

I couldn't explain to her that I missed him more, more than she or anyone else missed him, because I could't tell her about what happened with the phone. That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

We have shared out, like thieves, the amazing treasures of days and nights.

Not all who hesitate are lost. The psyche has many secrets in reserve. And these are not disclosed unless required.

You know, when once you've discovered a secret yourself, it always seems as if it must be so obvious to everybody else.

The fate of the universe didn't rest in the hands of the giants. It could be found in the littlest things. Anything done well was a worthy accomplishment, whether it be unwrapping arcane secrets or sweeping halls, raising kingdoms from the ocean or washing dishes. All tasks, great or small, were of equal importance in the end. Without peasants, there could be no kings. Without soldiers, there was no army.

It's almost impossible to save, really save, anything. If she didn't have her trust fund, small though it is, well, they might be peering over the edge the way some couples their age were. Thank God for that quarterly check. And thank God for Daddy, even if he was a lush and spent more nights in bed with prostitutes than with mother. According to mother.

Hide me inside you, where the sweetest things are hidden, between the roots of roses and spices

Sylvia had finished her story, and the mystery was clear to Chayne. She had told him the secret which she did not know herself. He was sure now why Gabriel Strood had changed his name; he knew now why Gabriel Strood no longer climbed the Alps; and why Kenyon would answer no question as to the disappearance of his friend.

There are no secrets.' The thing smiled, showing a row of even, childlike teeth. 'None worth keeping. Only the ones you hide from yourself, which are the most damaging and hurtful of all. Truth is truth, and lie is lie. Tell yourself one's the other and all the world turns kilter.

After which, he visited the wife of that fool Wallace and spent midnight till dawn bouncing her from one end of the mattress to the other.

Magdalena doesn't ask what Rebecka is doing at the hospital. That's how Rebecka realizes that Magdalena knows. It's the things you don't say. That's what always gives a person away.

Rendez-moi les cahiers. Je vais les enterrer quelque part dans la forêt. — Oui, enterrez-les. Ou, mieux encore, brûlez-les. C'est la seule solution pour que personne ne puisse les lire.

The fear of the Lord is true wisdom, and he who hath it not can in no way penetrate the true secrets of magic...

It's not me who can't keep a secret. It's the people I tell that can't.

I loved those Latin words for their dignity, their foreignness, and the way my tongue had to wrap around them. I felt that in learning the special language of a scholarly order, I was amassing a kind of force. This was the pure and noble side of the world, uncorrupted by secrets and trickery. How extraordinary that a word could serve as a shorthand for an elaborate tale of disease.

A good story goes beyond what a forgiving God cares to do: it reconciles families and unburdens them of secrets whose bond is stronger than blood. But in their revealing, as in their keeping, secrets can tear a family apart.

Hidden inside the Junma's rigging and booms was a strong

If there are ghosts on this earth, they are formed by the things you cannot utter, and they'll outlive the black in your teeth, burn hotter than any hole in your stomach. Untold stories take on lives of their own. They silently eat dinner with you. Still as shoe trees, they stand over you, watching you sleep. They'll make you pace all-night

There was less than I'd expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled 'DEAD SPIDERS.' As if I hadn't always known it was there. As if I wouldn't want to look at dead spiders.

G is Grace, the Flaming Star is the Torch of Reason. Those who possess this knowledge are indeed Illuminati.

Caroline's lips thinned, her face flushed. "My husband, sir, has more secrets in his tiny, insignificant mind than the entire British War Department has had on file since its inception." She huffed with pure, disgusted outrage, lowering her gaze to the floor to murmur, "I'll kill him.

I learned much from the Order of the Jesuits.

I'm telling you this because you didn't ask. I've got it all here, growing like a tumor in my throat. I'm telling you because if I don't, I will choke on it. Everybody knows what happened, but nobody asks. And Elvis the EMT doesn't count because when he asked, he didn't even listen to me answer because he was listening to my sister's heart not beat with his stethoscope. I want to tell. It's mine to tell. Even if you didn't ask, you have to hear it.

She smiles at me. "You know, a secret is only half as heavy if you have some one to carry it with you.