Quotes About Unrevealed

A lot of what happens in the world is full-on crazy and doesn't get reported on.

Some things need to be left unsaid.

In the history of the world, a whole story has never been told.

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Everyone has secrets. Especially me.

A secret's a secret because you don't let people in on it.

In every house, when the curtains are drawn, there's a story going on, and you never get to hear... You get the public side of things, the happy, smiling, social activities.

Mile after mile of rolling blue prairie flows beneath us, stretching to the ends of the earth, revealing nothing.

There was so much we didn't know, so much we would never know. The secrets of the dead are always kept.

Every man is a moon and has a side which he turns toward nobody: you have to slip around behind it if you want to see it.

After all, everybody has secrets and there are some things that nobody knows about you but only you, right?

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

So many secrets, so many things I didn't know. What else don't I know?

You lose it if you talk about it.

But none the less, by some unwritten rule, they all quietly listened to the end of the song and, patient and enduring, did not reveal their mood, but only looked into the glasses before them where, on the shining surface of the plum-brandy, they seemed to see the victories so desired, the fights, the heroes, the glory and the glitter, such as existed nowhere in the world.

And those that there are tend to be so deep in the closet you could mistake them for a clothes hanger.

Beat a man with what he doesn't know.

Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.

We are our secrets, and, if all goes well, we will take them with us to where no-one can touch them.

Here, she found, everything had nuance; everything had an unrevealed side or unexplored depths.

Sometimes everything left unsaid, is better to let it remain unsaid.

What's inside is inside for a reason. What's hidden is hidden for a reason. What's buried is buried for a reason.

There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.

Your love to me was like an unread book.