Quotes About Hidden

like a bad lobster in a dark cellar.

But, Mr. Grewgious seeing nothing there, not even a light in the windows, his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet- or seem likely to, in this state of existence - and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.

4but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.

Everyone is having a harder time than it appears.

You lie dead and cold— Unsuspecting. Who could fathom what you hold?— Bones of poets, castles, carved marble— A doll's head. You lie dead and cold— Unsuspecting.

The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.

We know not which stone the scorpion lurks under.

I listened in amazement. You saw a face on an American street, or in an office, and you had no idea that a tragic epic lay behind it.

One thing he'd learned time and again was that you never could tell what kind of private hell people were fighting through.

Michael Drosnin

Although he kept up his contentious front, Tommy Giacondia was gone on the inside, rendered totally harmless.

The woman's form under the blankets was barely visible from the doorway, yet Allander could sense the inconsistency of her femininity. It scared him, the inconsistency. It always had.

People fear their hidden selves, afraid that they will burst out.

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

Bol, zapravo ne nestaje. On ostaje, skriven duboko u nama, ali nas pušta da se vratimo našem životu i nastavimo put.

That's the thing about being a janitor, or maid, any type of custodian. You glide unseen, like a fish underwater.

And it is said, that the princess Moanna returned to her father's kingdom, and reigned there with justice and a kind heart for many centuries. That she was loved by her people and left behind small traces of her time on earth visible only to those who know where to look.

It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the ugly scar that life's rasp leaves on us, but the fine, almost invisible writing that is engraved on our body.

The world we live in is a world of effects; the realm of true causes is hidden. If we should ever discover it we would be able to perform magic.

Si al mecer las azules campanillas de tu balcón, crees que suspirando pasa el viento murmurador, sabe que, oculto entre las verdes hojas, suspiro yo. Si al resonar confuso a tus espaldas vago rumor, crees que por tu nombre te ha llamado lejana voz, sabe que, entre las sombras que te cercan, te llamo yo. Si se turba medroso en la alta noche tu corazón, al sentir en tus labios un aliento abrasador, sabe que, aunque invisible, al lado tuyo, respiro yo.

La América Tropical stayed hidden from public view and history until the 1960s, by which time the elements washed enough white away so that ghostly outlines emerged. The mural is currently undergoing a restoration effort sponsored by a new generation of city fathers, its promise intimidating: you can hide the Mexican, but the Mexican will emerge.

What is my sin, Blaise? Rudel was like that. A knife in the voice and in the thought behind. Quicksilver bright, insubstantial as a moon on water sometimes, then sharp and merciless and deadly as ... as an arrow dipped in syvaren. And the sharpness in his perceptions, as much as in anything else. A man from whom it was difficult to hide. For the sin, the transgression, lay— and Rudel knew it, they both knew it — in his having given Blaise exactly what he wanted.

and the world's possibilities were hidden from her like the west bank of the river in an autumn fog.

There is hidden and always ready in woman the source; the locus for the other. The mother, too, is a metaphor. It is necessary and sufficient that the best of herself be given to woman by another woman for her to be able to love herself and return in love the body that was "born" to her. Touch me, caress me, you the living no-name, give me my self as myself.