Quotes About Secrets

This is Hollywood's dirty little secret. It's not about making movies. Are you kidding? Forget that shit about "the Dream Factory." It's about manufacturing frustration.

There's an end to all truth now that the war's over. We've seen too much. The conjurers and cardsharpers have given away their tricks. It's the end of blackmail.

What did I glean ?" "I'm not trying to be flippant. Just - did he tell you anything about himself?" "He hates Sesame Street ." "We'll need more than that when we're eventually put on the stand for this.

So Albert was quite surprised to see thousands of people, including reporters and photographers, waiting at the pier when his ship arrived in New York City. Wherever he went, there were huge crowds eager to see the genius who unlocked secrets of the universe. The mayor of New York personally welcomed him and presented Albert with a key to the city. There was a parade in his honor. When Albert visited Washington, D.C., President Warren Harding invited him to the White House.

Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.

We don't have many murders here in Cabot Cove.

Postoji jedna tajna koja se ne zna unapred: uvek se dobija više nego što se daje - ali kad bi se to znalo unapred, ne bi se dobilo ništa.

Don't ask anything more. There are more secrets in your hair than in a thousand questions.

What he craved was possession and the power it gave him; what he adored was anticipation - the slow acquisition of love, then life, and finally the secrets within. The ultimate disposition of the material was irrelevant, a recreation.

than four months. She and Churchill kept separate bedrooms; sex happened only upon her explicit invitation. It was to Bonham Carter that Clementine, soon after being wed, revealed Churchill's peculiar taste in underclothes: pale pink and made of silk.

One of the secrets of a happy marriage is never to speak to or see the loved one before noon." Churchill had a formula for family size as well. Four children was the ideal number: "One to reproduce your wife, one to reproduce yourself, one for the increase in population, and one in case of accident.

Everyone in L.A. knew that Spade was a big-league, serial pussy hound. L.A. County was a veritable body dump of his exes.

But I figured every girl on the planet had found herself wishing she had a free pass inside a man's mind at one point or another. Maybe it was self-preservation that we didn't have such powers. It might be holy-crap creepy in there.

I'm sure once he recovers from the muscle tone and tattoos he'll be fine.' Good thing he didn't know about the penis piercing. That would give him a heart attack. Or the fact that I had seen the penis piercing.

I want to have sex with you he told her back. Touch you until you squirm with pleasure. Laurel's head shot around. What did you say? Oh, shit. He had never actually verified how much or how little Laurel could hear.

The only confession Jolene had ever wrenched from him was that he had cared about her.

There are some things you just can't cover up.

Secrets and silences make life more real: the individual, self-absorbed and inwardly musing, taking himself very seriously, radiates a contagious aura: the tacit communication that the serious and the meaningful exist.

And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

You'll lose it if you talk about it.

In writing there are many secrets too. Nothing is ever lost no matter how it seems at the time and what is left out will always show and make the strength of what is left in.

But I know many things I can't say.

Sonrió una vez más. Siempre sonreía como si las corridas de toros constituyeran un secreto especial entre nosotros, un secreto verdaderamente extraño, sorprendente y profundo que compartíamos nosotros dos. Sonreía siempre, como si aquel secreto nuestro tuviera algo de lascivo para los extraños, que nosotros entendíamos perfectamente, pero que no podía explicarse a los demás porque nadie lo entendería.