Quotes About Hidden

Many people go through their whole lives having no real sense of what their talents may be, or if they have any to speak of. Human resources are like natural resources; they're often buried deep. You have to go looking for them, they're not just lying around on the surface.

Human resources are like natural resources; they're often buried deep. You have to go looking for them, they're not just lying around on the surface. You have to create the circumstances where they show themselves.

Or as if all the world's diamonds, that the diamond companies hide in order to keep prices up, had been abruptly dumped out and scattered recklessly all over.

Fires Burn in my heart. No smoke rises. No one knows.

A neurosis is a secret that you don't know you're keeping.

A neurosis is a secret that you don't know you are keeping.

On we climb, keeping time To hidden goat-bells' nibbling chime, Feet in the dew of ferns we climb, Souls in a sort of winding rhyme, Up the path that turns and turns Toward the top where morning burns.

I keep my closet neat now, The skeleton well covered. But when you even walk by the locked door, The breezes of your look Stir what hangs inside-- And I wonder what you are hearing When those knee-bones knock together.

Yo reservaba mi interioridad, mientras él ponía la suya a la vista. Ocultar algo es tener algo que ocultar. Yo no lo tenía, pero ocultaba, asomaba al mundo como quien viene de enterrar un tesoro.

In each of us there is another whom we do not know. (quoted in Incognito )

There is one necessary but hidden and strange work—a major work—which you must do in secret, for the sake of the dead.

He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

I am an orphan, alone; nevertheless I am found everywhere. I am one, but opposed to myself. I am youth and old man at one and the same time. I have known neither father nor mother, because I have had to be fetched out of the deep like a fish, or fell like a white stone from heaven. In woods and mountains I roam, but I am hidden in the innermost soul of man. I am mortal for everyone, yet I am not touched by the cycle of aeons.

The unconscious has still another side to it: it includes not only repressed contents, but all psychic material that lies below the threshold of consciousness.

it's just as interesting inside. There are secret stairways, hidden rooms, and a crazy dead-end hallway called Bat's Alley. They're closed to the public, of course, and very few people know about them.

her head and her face was in shadow. She'd pushed

Algunos de nosotros dedicamos la vida entera a mantener oculto un secreto, a salvo de quienes intentan entrometerse y atesorándolo como si fuera una perla, solo para acabar descubriendo que se nos escapa cuando menos lo esperamos, revelado por un destello de miedo en los ojos cuando nos pillan desprevenidos, por un dolor repentino, rabia u odio, o por una vergüenza que lo consume todo.

Everyone has secret. Like the oyster with its grain of sand, we bury it deep within, coating it with opalescent layers, as if that could heal our mortal wound. Some of us devote our entire lives to keeping our secret hidden, safe from those who might pry it from us, hoarding it like the pearl, only to discover that it escapes us when we least expect it. revealed by a flash of fear in our eyes when caught unawares, by a sudden pain, a rage or hatred, or an all-consuming shame.

I never much cared for religion. I don't think God does, either." I was struck by how he had unwittingly described my own opinion. I, too, often wondered if one faith was any better than the other, considering how much blood had been spilled, but I kept my doubts hidden, for it was never safe to speculate aloud about religion.

gdy m??czy?ni walcz? ze sob? otwarcie, my musimy toczy? skryte boje

Tenho amigos tão bonitos. Ninguém suspeita, mas sou uma pessoa muito rica.

could never have turned his back on human society, nor society on him, and why? Because he was—perversely, perhaps, but utterly—tied to that society. He was its offspring, its sick conscience—a living reminder of all the hidden crimes we commit when we close ranks to live among each other. He craved human society, craved the chance to show people what their 'society' had done to him. And the odd thing is, society craved him, too.

We do not need more of the things that are seen, we need more of the things that are unseen.

Even a fool could become dangerous when armed with a secret.