Quotes About Hidden

Era como se o que eu quisesse matar não estivesse naquela pele ou no leve pulsar azul sob o meu dedão, mas em outro lugar mais profundo e secreto, bem mais difícil de alcançar.

Where do you stash your life?

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Era com si el que jo volia matar no fos pas fins d'aquella pell […], sinó arreu, més endins, més secret, i molt més difícil d'atansar-hi.

He kept smiling, as if the corners of his mouth were strung up on invisible wire.

Matt powers his Register-burdened Heavy-Duti south on Glenneyre, hitting his targets like a quarterback—the Raiders' Daryle Lamonica maybe, his favorite—throwing four quick completions to the Heun, Parlett, Cabang, and Rigby houses before heading up Legion, around the high school, and onto Los Robles with four more completions, one of them a bomb to the very tough Murrel house, hidden behind a defensive front line of blooming bougainvillea.

We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on.

Every family has its secrets, and those secrets can run deep—deeper than lies, deeper than death. And they impact every member of that family in ways we can't know.

You have a destiny. You aren't allowed to know it.

Conspiracy was all around, wearing a million masks.

The devilish qualities, not always limited to masks, were awake and stirring.

The world didn't like to look at the dark underside very often. But that didn't change the ugliness; it only ensured that those who perpetuated the ugliness were left alone to kill and maim and rape.

One could keep open secrets only so well before they became a threat to others.

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There was no life above the surface anyway.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there's only death

There's something in me that recognized you. Right from the start. The parts of me that always felt alone, the parts of me that I always kept hidden away, out of sight—I could see that you had them, too.

If we would understand the Scientific Revolution correctly, we should always remember that its most powerful impetus was the unremitting search for hidden divinity. As such, it is a direct descendant of the breakdown of the bicameral mind.

It makes me think about how Alan behaved over the past few years. How he kept so much hidden from me. I can see now how it was possible, and I don't like how that makes me feel.

The surface didn't always tell the full story. A carefully constructed façade could hide a myriad of secrets.

Thirsty for being, the poet ceaselessly reaches out to reality, seeking with the indefatigable harpoon of the poem a reality that is always better hidden, more re(g)al. The poem's power is as an instrument of possession but at the same time, ineffably, it expresses the desire for possession, like a net that fishes by itself, a hook that is also the desire of the fish. To be a poet is to desire and, at the same time, to obtain, in the exact shape of the desire.

todos tenemos tres vidas: la pública, la privada y la secreta.

As a rule, what is out of sight disturbs men's minds more seriously than what they see.

All his many nights at sea, the stars had been his most loyal companions. He preferred them to the moon, which seemed to him too frank, always begging to be noticed; the stars maintained a certain cagey distance, permitting the mystery of their hidden selves to breathe.