Quotes About Secrets

Secrets, power. It's all a metaphor.

The great wage secret wars for power and wealth, and they call it government. Wars of words, and tricks, and guile, but no less bloody for that. The casualties are many.

Reassuring lies had always been the glue that held his family together, after all.

Body found floating by the docks . . .

They're in there? Morveer and his little echo?

Man found floating by the docks" - San Dan Glokta

Saul's vitals were not human, but familiar: he never told me he was from another world: I never told him I was from his future.

Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

Secrets are the prisons we make for ourselves.

It's awfully good of some people to have asked me to take the job, but I'd rather read about a grand escape than plan one. Besides, I'm terrible at keeping secrets and I hate to scheme against people. It seems rude. I don't deal with guilt well and I'm worried we might hurt some feelings in the process of defending ourselves. Also, I am juggling a couple of books. Being a full-time conspirator would take away from my reading time.

What he'd thought of as a personal strength---he was happy to know about her only what she wanted him to know---was something more like selfishness. A childish willingness to remain in the dark, to avoid distressing conversations, upsetting truths. He had feared her secrets---or, more specifically, the emotional entanglements that might come with knowing them.

Jude had a private collection.

Vic just laughed at that, didn't bother to tell him she had pulled his cell phone apart and shoved it in the garbage the day before. He took her in his arms, held her in his bearish embrace. He was a big man, glum about being overweight, but he smelled better than any guy she had ever met. His chest smelled of cedar and motor oil and the outdoors. He smelled like responsibility. For a moment, being held by him, she remembered what it had been like to be happy.

Was anything in all the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed. W

Harper's face was buried in Mr. Truffle's fur and with each inhalation she smelled the last nine months of his secret cat life: must, dust, grave dirt, basements and tall grass, beach and drainpipe, Dumpster and dandelions. The

Was anything in the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

Families is like windows with curtains. Some folks keep the curtains pulled back. Most open and close them from time to time, and some don't ever pull them back and you don't never get no look inside.

Some of the world's blackest holes are out in the open for anyone to see....

Venice never looks lovelier than when you're using it to dispose of a body.

Scopique leaned in close. "Lord Scabrous." "What about him?" "If he is abducting students for his own purposes," Scopique said, "then someone needs to find out who might be next.

WHAT, THEN, OF the secret of happiness? I know stories that touch upon it and even one by that name. But for me, the secret of happiness sits atop a long list of life's secrets. Perhaps that's the secret—there is no secret of happiness. Yet, we keep searching, maybe because the simple act of looking for it makes us happy. As

Every rock-face tells a story, every valley hides a secret. You can see time itself shaped in these rocks, if you look.

There is an old joke the chah'nas used to say; they said that among friends, a trouble shared is a trouble halved… but that among tavalai, a trouble shared is a trouble multiplied, retold, translated into five hundred tongues and turned into opera.