Quotes About Hidden

As far as the official mapmakers were concerned Three Pines didn't exist. It had never been surveyed. Never plotted. No GPS or sat nav system, no matter how sophisticated, would ever find the little village. It only appeared as though by accident over the edge of the hill. Suddenly. It could not be found unless you were lost.

Professor Robinson was revealing, not creating, the anger. The fear. And yes, perhaps even the cowardice they kept hidden away. She was like some genetic mutation awakening illnesses that would have normally lain dormant.

Some things hurtled. Some slithered. But nothing good ever came out of a blind spot.

We knew who would want him found, Dr Croix, but who wants him to remain buried?

They all had them. Secrets. But some stank more than others.

Yes, the real danger always came from the thing you couldn't see.

Professor Robinson was revealing, not creating, the anger. The fear. And yes, perhaps even the cowardice they kept hidden away. She was like some genetic mutation awakening illnesses that would have normally lain dormant. She was the catalyst. But the potential, the sickness, was already there.

the answers lay in flesh and blood, not in a book and not in a report. And so often not even in things corporeal, but in something that couldn't be held and contained and touched. The answers to his questions lay in the murky past and in the emotions hidden there. The

As they walked up the hill, their breaths puffing into the crisp air, Émile glanced at Armand, Henri walking at his side. Did he seem better? Was he getting better? Émile thought so, but he also knew it was the internal injuries that did the most damage. The worst was always hidden.

Everyone, he knew, had one. A locked room. Either in their home, or their head, or their heart. Where things that should never see the light of day lived, and waited. For their chance to escape.

You'd be surprised. Not everything buried is actually dead,

Lots of paintings have hidden messages," said Clara. "Even the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo painted an angel essentially giving the pope the finger.

There is always another story / There is more than meets the eye.

Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.

The aspects of things that are most important for us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity

I have met convicted child molesters before. They don't waer badges or brands or tattoos announcing their vice. It's hidden under a soft, grandfatherly smile; it's tucked in the pocket of a buttoned down shirt. They look the rest of us, and that's what makes it so frightening - to know that these beasts move among us, and we are none the wisest. They have girlfriends and wives who have loved them, unaware.

There are skeletons in everyone's closet, things no one ever wants the world to discover.

It's the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you

A jewel's just a rock put under enormous heat and pressure. Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.

Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.

Invisibility, actually, was something he was pretty good at. He'd perfected it over the past twelve years.

But I wouldn't get him close, and I would never show him my heart.

He called dreams a 'royal road' into the unconscious, made up of all forbidden wishes you had and you wished you didn't