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Quotes About Hidden

These are the days of bootleg love.
~ James Thurber
no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.
~ Jeffrey Eugenides
A love story - your own, or anyone else's - is interior, hidden. It can never be accurately reported, only imagined. It is all dreams and invention. It's guesswork.
~ Joan Wickersham
I don't reveal to her that I love her. I keep poker faced. She might as well be looking at a cantaloupe, there is so little information in my face, but my heart is beating.
~ Kurt Vonnegut
Love is within us. It cannot be destroyed, but can only be hidden
~ Marianne Williamson
For the moment we might very well can them DUNNOS (for Dark Unknown Nonreflective Nondetectable Objects Somewhere).
~ Bill Bryson
two-thirds of the universe is still missing from the balance sheet
~ Bill Bryson
By one estimate, about half the sugar we consume is lurking in foods where we are not even aware of it—in breads, salad dressings, spaghetti sauces, ketchup, and other processed foods that don't normally strike us as sugary. Altogether about 80 percent of the processed foods we eat contain added sugars. Heinz ketchup is almost one-quarter sugar. It has more sugar per unit of volume than Coca-Cola.
~ Bill Bryson
Just as all things speak about God to those that know Him, and reveal Him to those that love Him, they also hide Him from all those that neither seek nor know Him.
~ Blaise Pascal
The prophets clearly said that Israel would always be beloved of God and that the law would be everlasting, and they also said that none would understand their meaning, but that it was veiled. How highly then should we esteem those who break the cipher for us and teach us to understand the hidden meaning
~ Blaise Pascal
What do the prophets say about Jesus Christ? That he will plainly be God? No, but that he is a truly hidden God, that he will not be recognized, that people will not believe that it is he, that he will be a stumbling-block on which many will fall
~ Blaise Pascal
Dieu, par sa miséricorde, donne, quand il lui plaît, aux justes le pouvoir plein et parfait d'accomplir les préceptes, et qu'il ne le donne pas toujours, par un jugement juste, quoique caché.
~ Blaise Pascal
Ugly deeds are most estimable when hidden.
~ Blaise Pascal
When I listen to people talk, all I hear is what they're not tellin' me.
~ Bob Dylan
The Cellar had been founded by Presidential Decree in order to legally do the illegal.
~ Bob Mayer
It's known as the Cellar
~ Bob Mayer
The Vly, the Vly is dark inside, Where strange and fearsome things may hide Heed my warning, hear the cry— Don't go nigh the Vly, the Vly." "But
~ Brad Meltzer
Mr Norrell smiled for the first time – but it was an inward sort of smile.
~ Susanna Clarke
We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married.
~ Sylvia Brownrigg
Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.
~ Sylvia Day
There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.
~ Sylvia Day
I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor or pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.
~ Sylvia Plath
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.
~ Sylvia Plath
I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.
~ Sylvia Plath