Quotes About Hidden

Most often the alchemy that produces a poem or a work of fiction is hidden within the work itself, if not embedded in the coiling ridges of the mind.

Where did you hide your Mockingbirds?" he asks. "Ornithology," she replies. "You hid TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD with the bird books?" I ask. Elena shrugs. "I was being ironic.

Todo lo inanimado se desintegraba, todo lo viviente moría. Cada vez que pensaba en esto notaba latidos en la cabeza al imaginar los furiosos y acelrados movimientos de las moléculas, las incesantes explosiones de la materia, el hirviente caos oculto bajo la superficie de todas las cosas.

That is the idea he is toying with, Renzo says, to write an essay about the things that don't happen, the lives not lived, the wars not fought, the shadow worlds that run parallel to the world we take to be the real world, the not-said and the not-done, the not-remembered.

Amy fu il premio degli Schneiderman, il regalo di Natale nascosto sotto un mucchio di carta appallottolata che non lo trovi finché la festa non è finita e gli ospiti sono andati tutti a casa.

The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.

One never took the time to savour the details; one said: another day, but always with the hidden knowledge that each day was unique and fatal, that there never would be a return, another time.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile

In Russia, everything is a secret, but nothing is a mystery.

Secrets upon secrets. Thus by inexorable degrees does the love that dares not speak its name build walls instead, till a house is nothing but closets.

The problem with secret crushes: in the absence of requital the love turns bitter.

All men did have darkness. Some wore it in the form of horns. Some bore it invisibly as rot in their souls.

White House reporter Sarah McClendon about why he didn't do something about UFO disclosure. Clinton replied, "Sarah, there's a government inside the government and I don't control it.

folks with NPD have shallow emotional lives because so much must remain hidden, both from themselves and from others. This shallowness makes them hard to get to know, because there doesn't seem to be much of a real person beneath the façade. This is the opposite of most people with BPD, who feel and express a very wide range of emotions.

The vitality that can stand the abyss of meaninglessness is aware of a hidden meaning within the destruction of meaning.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

There's too much of him that favors the darkness.

Sometimes we whites think of racism as individual acts of racial violence (lynching African Americans, for example, or the times some white soldiers intentionally killed Native Americans by giving them smallpox-infected blankets). It does include those sins, but it also includes community-wide acts of violence-acts of violence that are so familiar that they are hidden to well-meaning white people.

How sadness and shame are more than feelings; they're an illness, a terrible cancer that spins through the world taking lives in a hidden cyclical way that might never end.

Dear God, Tatiana prayed in bed that night, turning to the wall and pulling the white sheet and the thin brown blanket over herself. If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.

E non me lo hai nascosto. Niente affatto. Hai lasciato il tuo amore in bella mostra, non lo hai chiuso in un armadio. Marina aveva ragione. Ero cieca. Lo hai lasciato in mille posti perché io lo vedessi. Adesso li vedo tutti e mi fanno male. Ma tu eri una bambina. Come poteva una bambina amare qualcuno?

Usted siempre habitará mis sueños,y se ocultará en el remaje de mis pestañas para que yo lo descubra acechando con pena el vaivén de mi eterno dormir.

Ace had built a small fire and was sitting with his forearms draped over his upraised knees. He must have sensed her presence because he glanced over his shoulder with a sharp jerk of his head. In profile, he was the image of hidden power and fierce beauty. She realized that he must have bathed in the chilly waters of the creek, because