Quotes About Hidden

Coincidence is God's way of staying anonymous.

True wisdom is hidden in the fear of the Lord.

Solitude is an unmarked place beyond the borders of the map, a place where most fear to tread. It's no surprise, then, that this is where the greatest secrets and most valuable treasures are hidden.

We are all walking repositories of hidden treasures.

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even thought they countain most of our lives.

Not everything that is seen is visible.

Shake out the ruffle, turn and go,Over the trellis blow the kiss.Some of the guests will never knowAnother night to shadow this.Some of the birds awake in vinesWill never see another faceSo frail, so lovely anyplaceBetween the birdbath and the bines.

i thought about the miseries people conceal and how they manage to survive.

Aren't hidden doors the most alluring? The old stories point that out surely. Even the greatest heroes and heroines fall under the spell of a locked door.

The key line is "You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal

No one's here this time of year except caretakers: often alcoholic friends of the family who can't handle society, who hide and take care of mansions and animals. He

You and I have a love so secret that not even you know about it. But first, let me introduce myself.

No one knows who you are right now. And that's just fine. Being obscure is a great position to be in. Be happy you're in the shadows.

The ones who most shape the world are those who are not exposed, who can't be seen; unknown, opaque beings about whom almost no one knows anything. Like the hidden man in the story, except that instead of living a passive vegetable existence, they plot and weave webs in the shadows.

How can I not know today your face tomorrow, the face that is there already or is being forged beneath the face you show me or beneath the mask you are wearing, and which you will only show me when I am least expecting it?

people were like icebergs--most of what really went on, especially the ugliness, was submerged

New York is a place where the rich walk, the poor drive Cadillac's, and the beggars die of malnutrition with thousands of dollars hidden in their mattresses.

Finding a secret can make everything else unimportant, you know.

You are then like an apparently poor person who does not know he has a bank account with $100 million in it and so his wealth remains an unexpressed potential.

All day long you sit and sew, Stitch life down for fear it grow, Stitch life down for fear we guess At the hidden ugliness. Dusty voice that throbs with heat, Hoping with your steel-thin beat To put stitches in my mind, Make it tidy, make it kind, You shall not: I'll keep it free Though you turn earth, sky and sea To a patchwork quilt to keep Your mind snug and warm in sleep!

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

It was in a tiny Venetian church, no more than a chapel, that Lewis Racie's eyes had been unsealed—in the dull-looking little church not even mentioned in the guidebooks.

O Who can tell The hidden power of herbes, and might of Magick spell?

But double griefs afflict concealing hearts, As raging flames who striveth to suppress.