Quotes About Hidden

Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!

When I first got into wrestling as a kid, I would read all of the wrestling magazines I could get my hands on. There was a satisfaction discovering that there was a whole wrestling world that existed that you didn't see on TV on Saturday morning. There was this idea that there was this stuff going on there that they didn't want us to see.

I feel like there are a lot of closet wrestling fans out there.

It is the test of a novel writer's art that he conceal his snake-in-the-grass; but the reader may be sure that it is always there.

And yet what now is hidden in shadows below may become more welcome to you in the long run.

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go to a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!

The hearts of women are like little pieces of furniture wherein things are secreted, full of drawers fitted into each other; one hurts himself, breaks his nails in opening them, and then finds within only some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness! And then perhaps he felt afraid of learning too much about the matter.

Les cÅ"urs des femmes sont comme ces petits meubles à secret, pleins de tiroirs emboîtés les uns dans les autres ; on se donne du mal, on se casse les ongles, et on trouve au fond quelque fleur desséchée, des brins de poussière – ou le vide !

The spelling mistakes were interwoven one with the other, and Emma followed the kindly thought that cackled right through it like a hen half hidden in the hedge of thorns.

Aquel vestido de sencillos pliegues ocultaba un corazón atormentado, y aquellos labios tan púdicos en ningún momento descubrían la tormenta que se libraba en su interior.

Ženska srca su kao one male komode sa tajnim skrovištima, prepune fioka koje se uvlace jedne u druge; uzalud se ?ovek mu?i, polomi nokte, da bi na kraju, negde na dnu, pronašao neki sparušeni cvet, prašinu ili ništa!

I had kissed her at odd times, in out of the way corners, in the manner of a mountain guide, nothing more.

How feeble is our self-control, how quickly we are scared and bewildered when we are brought up against the tiniest manifestation of the unknown! Instead of coming to the obvious conclusion that if one does not understand, it is merely because the cause is hidden, one forthwith imagines terrifying mysteries and the workings of supernatural powers.

Only then, invisible to everyone and with her curtains drawn, did she allow her tears to fall: in love, and for his hurts, and in terrible pride.

Embrace one another with courage. Search each other's hearts for hidden suffering and never flee what you discover! That's the ticket!

But there was also the shame of a man who suddenly discovers that all his lies were transparent, and everything he thought so safely hidden had always been in plain view. He had been living one of those dreams. The kind of dream in which you are walking down the street, meeting friends and neighbours, smiling and nodding, and when you arrive at home an pass a mirror you see for the first time that you are stark naked.

At a guess I'll guarantee to lead you to thirty or forty alleys and networks of alleys north of Prince Street that aren't suspected by ten living beings outside of the foreigners that swarm them.

It is no news to me that tales of hidden races are as old as all mankind.

Ihre Hand ist an eurer Kehle, doch seht ihr Sie nicht.

So for generations did the sainted skull of Caius Anicius Magnus Furius Camillus Æmilianus Cornelius Valerius Pompeius Julius Ibidus, consul of Rome, favourite of emperors, and saint of the Romish church, lie hidden beneath the soil of a growing town.

Everything seemed to me tainted with a loathsome contagion, and inspired by a noxious alliance with distorted hidden powers.

dark hints of strange, small, and terrible hidden races of troglodytes and burrowers.

There were creakings, scurryings, and hoarse doubtful noises; and I thought uncomfortably about the hidden tunnels suggested by the grocery boy.

This idea of a black, hidden horror connected with incalculable gulfs of some sort of distance was oddly widespread and persistent.