Quotes About Secrets

Marcia looked a little guilty. "Well, I promised your mother when she came to see me that there would be no, er... arguments." … "Wow." - Septimus

Gringe found out and tipped off the Custodian Guards. He no more wanted his daughter to marry a Heap than you wanted Simon to marry a Gringe. The Guards stormed the chapel, sent the distraught lass home and took Simon away.

Het is Snorri maar, met de NachtUllr.' Septimus begreep er niets van, maar als Jenna niet bang was van een grommende panter, zou hij zich er ook niets van aantrekken.

Ze werden verwelkomd door een snerpende gil. Marcia sprong op van haar plaats aan de tafel in de Geheime Kamer en liet een dik boek met voorspellingsformules op haar voet vallen... 'Septimus!' krijste Marcia. Ze schopte de voorspellingsformules een eind weg en stoof naar de Spiegel. 'O, Septimus, Septimus!' Zodra hij uit de Spiegel tevoorschijn stapte sloeg ze haar armen om hem heen en zwierde hem in de rondte, tot zijn grote verbijstering, want Marcia deed niet aan knuffelen.

Marcellus," said Julius, sounding somewhat unenthusiastic. "Um, how are you?" Marcellus smiled. "Alive," he said tersely… Julius, you snake. It has taken me nearly five hundred years to figure this out, but now at last I know what caused the Great Alchemie Disaster... you!

There's nothing to fear from the dead. They can't hurt us. And I owe her. If I'd been more patient when I first went to interview her, asked her the right questions, she'd still be alive. She was killed for the secrets she kept. Besides, you're fitter than me. I'd show myself up by not keeping pace.

we all have secrets. We've all done things of which we're ashamed.

was she keen to let slip that she'd been back to visit Joanna the night before. He began with a recap.

Perez thought he was stupid to believe that Catherine had been killed because she'd filmed some secret. So little in Shetland was secret. It was simply unacknowledged. There was something Victorian in this need to put on a good show.

They might share the same secret, but they had different interests. The thought worried her. It was one of the reasons she was scared about leaving prison: that Shirley might land her in the shit, big time.

Again, Juliet took a while to answer and wondered how much she should tell. But Vera was a witch; she'd find out anyway.

I figured if I write a modern thriller but spliced in the DNA of a classic western - the drifter who comes into town with secrets - I could do something interesting with both genres. Westerns are also an incarnation of the classic knight errant tale, the lone warrior with a moral code, and I love those types of stories.

Wherever there is a settled society, religion is necessary; the laws cover manifest crimes, and religion covers secret crimes.

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.

All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.

Sounding like a toned-down Sufjan Stevens - or an even more toned-down Arcade Fire - Seabear's quiet execution gives its music a breezy quality. It's a sonically lush whisper, sharing secrets with anyone curious enough to listen.

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

I certainly know that this relationship could not have continued the way it did, when I was at the Pentagon and the president was obviously at the White House, without Betty.

In 1930s mysteries, all sorts of motives were credible which aren't credible today, especially motives of preventing guilty sexual secrets from coming out. Nowadays, people sell their guilty sexual secrets.

If I told you all the people that have secretly told me I've influenced them, you'd never believe it, and you'll never see it in print, either.

I have two daughters: One an open book, one a locked box. So the question of privacy is a challenging one. How much do kids need? How much should we give? How do we prepare them to live in a world where the very notion of privacy opens a generational chasm?

If you leave government life for greener private sector pastures, why on earth do you still need to peep into the nether reaches of national secrets unless you're either addicted to preserving that special power or you plan on making sweet cash off your top secret stash?

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve. Secrecy means evasion, and evasion means a problem to the moral mind.