Quotes About Hidden

The secret life of women is to men what the universe is to NASA - unimaginably infinite and completely undiscoverable.

I can't name three first-rate literary critics in the United States. I'm told there are a few hidden away at universities, but they don't print them in 'The New York Times.'

Always in all my books I'm trying to reveal or help to reveal the hidden greatness of the small, of the little, of the unknown - and the pettiness of the big.

The flesh is the surface of the unknown.

My favorite unknown movie is 'The Comic.'

Mathematicians have been hiding and writing messages in the genetic code for a long time, but it's clear they were mathematicians and not biologists because, if you write long messages with the code that the mathematicians developed, it would more than likely lead to new proteins being synthesized with unknown functions.

Darkness might seem to obscure what's happening, but I find it's always pretty revelatory: it brings out the awe in us, the fear in us, the excitement of exploring the hidden or unknown. It seems to conceal, but it really shines a light on what we want, what we need, and what we'll do to get it. Especially when we think no one can see us.

The second attention is the occult side of the being. It is the ability to manipulate others, be it for good or ill intent.

Every roof is agreeable to the eye, until it is lifted; then we find tragedy and moaning women, and hard-eyed husbands.

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

There are lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

A seed only begins to manifest its greatest potential the day it is buried in dirt.

It is in vain to hide a fruitful seed in fertile soil.

It's the angle. You can't see me from where you're standing.

Visible obstacles shine a light on hidden opportunities.

That's what a poem is. Words which have a hidden meaning. A poem is like a secret.

My grandmother started my interest in secret doors, trying to find things she lost, and we found an old letter in a great bookcase with a round facade.

I was a pretty sheltered kid, a slow starter. I was pretty secretive with my passion for music and, I guess, my talent and what-not.

I stay hidden. I'm sort of hard to find.

My private life stays private.

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breastThe little tyrant of his fields withstood;Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Ethelberta breathed a sort of exclamation, not right out, but stealthily, like a parson's damn.

Under feigned jest Are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.