Quotes About Unrevealed

It's about...something that remains out of sight

In seventy years, I've never told a blessed soul.

Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.

If you've never met a Navy SEAL and you ran into one at a bar, you probably still wouldn't know he's a Navy SEAL.

The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.

Referring to an event in an untold story is a powerful technique rarely used.

It's not the one-half that's never been told; it's the three-quarters.

I've been in love and you'll never know

Faceva sempre in modo di farmi sapere, o meglio, indovinare, che c'erano uno o più segreti nella sua vita di tutti i giorni, una dimensione della sua esistenza cui io non avevo accesso e dalla quale poteva scatenarsi in qualsiasi momento un terremoto che avrebbe mandato all'aria la nostra convivenza.

I think everybody has a secret life.

Untold millions are still untold.

Il mondo è come un palloncino pieno di cose che non si vedono.

There's always a part of your nation's history that you haven't been told that... has a powerful impact on how you yourself may behave and may believe.

You never know, just by looking, what a person is hiding.

only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

Big thinks lurks unsaid inside

We have so much to say, and we shall never say it.

into trouble because what he keeps hidden under his skirt has a mind of its own.

only nobody knows about it but us.

Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered.

Nobody heard anything ahead of time.

The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know.

Soli, let me tell you. The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

Ci si innamora così, cercando nella persona amata il punto a nessuno rivelato, che è dato in dono solo a chi scruta, ascolta con amore. Ci si innamora da vicino, ma non troppo, ci si innamora da un angolo acuto un poco in disparte in una stanza, presso una tavolata, seduto in un giardino dove gli altri ballano al ritmo di una musichetta insulsa e decisiva che fa da colla di pesce per una faccia che si appunta a spilli sul diaframma del petto.