Quotes About Hidden

love lies hidden in every rose...

Behind the spread grey masque of apparent death lay stores of accumulated life, ready to break forth at any point

I wish we were dead together to-day, Lost sight of, hidden away out of sight, Clasped and clothed in the cloven clay, Out of the world's way, out of the light, Out of the ages of worldly weather, Forgotten of all men altogether, As the world's first dead, taken wholly away, Made one with death, filled full of the night.

So long as fortune is favouring you, your defects will remain covered.

Often your utterances and expressions of your face leak out the secrets of your hidden thoughts.

Didn't want anyone to find me, not yet.

I feel like an old, opaque secret.

She could die now; no one would see it, her.

so by degrees I became invisible in that spotted sick-room light and nobody found me there.

Our Way is called a Narrow Way often a lonely road a road of trusting uncertainty ... I need A safe space—no matter how small— to get off the road till my vision is clear till I can see through the tears till hands steady against the fears ... I need To remember that my life is hidden in the cleft of the Rock that to surrender is to stay, to still, to remember love always makes a Way ...

No. Our desire to "be like Jesus" contains several exemption clauses, not the least of which are Jesus' hidden years, desert experiences, temptations, tortures, and crucifixion.

Often what you humans call chance is instead the workings of a deeper pattern, which the casual eye cannot easily perceive.

When you apologize that much, there's something you aren't saying.

Never turn yer back on the sea, and remember what's hidden beneath her is always more deadly than what's in plain sight.

the appearance of a shovel.

Some men," she would add in ominous seriousness, "are nice as pie in public but within their own homes they are mean and miserly to those who have to live with them all the time. No one, perhaps, knows this except those who are captive within their houses.

There are many things that people will do in the dark that they will not do in light.

Imagine how titanic an echo chamber this great city would seem without the noise of eve none of mine. A huge bronze bell deprived of one hidden small iron clapper, its sole reason for being, its single means of song.

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.

The things that are most precious to us are sometimes the most secret.

That's the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.

That's for me to know, and for you to find out.

I've seen Joe Solomon every school day for more than a year, but I don't think I'll ever really know him. There are times when he's one of the strongest people I've ever known, and then there are moments--like this one--when I think he might be broken, deep down, in a place that will never mend.