Quotes About Hidden

Beneath every history, another history.

transformed to the whisper of leaves in the forests of infancy: and like a hidden creature stirring from a leaf-bed, his mind stirs and turns

Under his clothes, it is well known, More wears a jerkin of horsehair. He beats himself with a small scourge, of the type used by some religious orders. What lodges in his mind, Thomas Cromwell's, is that somebody makes these instruments of daily torture.

History's what people are trying to hide from you, not what they're trying to show you. You search for it in the same way you sift through a landfill: for evidence of what people want to bury.

It shows how unaccountable men are, what they harbour in their souls: which by no means shows on their faces.

People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know were there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves.

All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no serenades, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

what I want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until I can finally convince myself he's all right. And maybe make out with his face, if he's feeling up to that

All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

What makes you feel safe when you go to sleep at night? Being able to check and see that your secrets are still hidden.

Secrets lie in the entrails of things, in the dregs.

That was the problem with monsters. Sometimes they looked just like everybody else.

beneath his heavy wool cloak. He does not turn when I

I have secrets aplenty. There are so many things you don't know, daughter of Madoc. And I think you crave a little violence yourself.

Jude never loved Locke." My face feels hot, but my shame is an excellent cover to hide behind. "She loved someone else. He's the one she'd want dead.

Only in Faerieland is a giant toad the less conspicuous choice.

Cardan doesn't add that he laughs when he is nervous.

It's beautiful, no?' he asks, a little smile on his face. A light in his fox eyes. It is, of course. All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

There was something in the set of his jaw that made her think of how she'd described him to Adeline, as a lake that was still on the surface, with a whole drowned town inside.

ElfowiÄ™ sÄ… piÄ™kni, ale to piÄ™kno jest jak Å›cierwo zÅ'otego jelenia; pod skórÄ… rojÄ… siÄ™ z?erajÄ…ce padlinÄ™ robaki, gotowe w ka?dej chwili wypeÅ'zn?? na powierzchnie.

That was the problem with monsters. Sometimes they looked like everybody else.

You will never know what the prince is thinking behind his smiles,' Hyacinthe says. 'You are a coin to be spent, and he is a royal, used to throwing around gold.

Un libro, en el desván. Trata sobre seres fantásticos, fantásticos pero reales. Fijaos qué feos son.