Quotes About Secrets

Meredith's a big girl. She knows how babies are made, don't you, Mer? I nod, numb and weary. 'Course I do. Same guy that taught you taught me.

If life—and my job—have taught me anything, it should be that every family is a mille-feuille of pathos and neuroses, sins and secrets. Someday I'll stop assuming that everyone except me grew up feeling at home in their homes.

Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.

What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

There are some stories, some memories, that if you tell them after dark, they seem to gain weight, substance, as if there are things listening, waiting to hear themselves spoken of again. Words have power. But even thinking about them is sometimes enough to make the air in a room heavy.

I slid into the car, had my door closed and locked before Edward opened his door. Tell me what happened, Anita. I looked at him. It would serve you right if I just looked at you and smiled. Something crossed his face, a frown, a snarl, quickly lost to that perfect blankness he could manage. You're right. I've been a secret-loving bastard, and it would serve me right.

I struggled to sit up, feeling stiff, but rested. "Where?" "Ted's house." I sat up straighter. Ted's house? Edward's house. I was finally going to get to see where Edward lived. I was going to snoop and strip some of his mystery away. If I didn't get killed, finding out Edward's secrets would make the entire trip worthwhile. If I did get killed, I'd come back and haunt Edward, see if I could make him see ghosts after all.

Jsem ožoživovatelka. Jsem Poprav?í. Ale te? vím, že jsem také nÄ›co jiného. To, ?eho se babi?ka Flores nejvíc bála. Jsem nekromantka. Mrtví jsou moje silná stránka.

What the petit bâtard would order us to do to you if he awoke now is best left unsaid.

We settled this, Anita. The . . . ones who can't be named—" He glared at me. "I really hate that we can't even say their names out loud. It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-B e-Name d.

If one thing is a secret, everything is

I can always find someone to go out with, and then you can take off with Luigi--" "Shh!" Kendra hisses. "Don't ever say his name!" "Sorry!" Paige is contrite. "He says Catia would go mad if she knew," Kendra whispers. Squashed beside me, I feel Kelly's head nodding in vigorous agreement at this.

Word of advice, sister mine. If you want to keep your papers private, don't write 'Private' on the cover. It set the mater right off. It was all I could do to stop her sniffing around like some great sniffing thing.

I know there are readers in the world, as well as many other good people in it, who are no readers at all, who find themselves ill at ease, unless they are let into the whole secret from first to last, of everything which concerns you.

Dead girl walking" the boys say in the halls. "Tell us your secrets" the girls whisper, one toilet to another. I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.

I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything.

Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.

It is easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I'm sure I was a huge disappointment. I'm not pretty or smart or athletic. I'm just like them—an ordinary drone dressed in secrets and lies.

I bet they'd be divorced by now if I hadn't been born. I'm sure I was a huge disappointment. I'm not pretty or smart or athletic. I'm just like them—an ordinary drone dressed in secrets and lies. I can't believe we have to keep playacting until I graduate. It's a shame we can't just admit that we have failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

We're all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.

since people who "discovered" bodies in odd places were often the people who had put them there in the first place.