Quotes About Hidden

How long has this place been bricked up?

I was starting to believe that was what our country ran on—secret upon secret upon secret.

The best way to keep intruders from breaking into a safe is to make sure they don't even know it's there.

Sometimes a butterfly is not just a butterfly. This is what Oma taught me. You know the worst thing I learned from her? You can be a monster and not even know you are one. They look like us. They think they are us. But really, they've got a monster hiding inside.

We don't know the terrible things that are coming our way," she said as she looked down at the cut crystal, her eyes teary. "We just see the shiny surface, our own beautiful selves reflected in it. Not the monster lurking beneath.

Though you work like mad to keep parts of you undiscovered, it is horrible to imagine that you will be completely successful. As the psychologist D.W. Winnicott wrote, "It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found.

Disguise the pain. Don't call attention. Don't be noticed.

I know there's more in there, probably years of shit you've been smiling away and keeping down.

We can't always see what others don't want us to. Especially when they go to great lengths to hide it" -Mr. Embry

You never know what someone's hiding. We all hide ourselves when we need to.

We can't always see what others don't want us too. Especially when they go to great lengths to hide it.

We can't always see what others don't want us to. Especially when they go to great lengths to hide it.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness...

The only secret people keep is immortality.

I know that He exists. Somewhere – in silence – He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest.

So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me -- Peasants like Thee, Gaze perplexedly!

So bashful when I spied her! So pretty ? so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find ? So breathless till I passed her ? So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the Dingle ? For whom betrayed the Dell ? Many, will doubtless ask me, But I shall never tell!

Nee,' zei ze, 'ik zal hem niet missen.' Maar haar ogen vertelden een heel ander verhaal.

Mulch locked his mouth and threw away the key.

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.

Shush... Lest She Awaken.