Quotes About Hidden

You'll just never know...so many emotions I choose not to show..

Something deeply hidden has to be behind things.

Creativity always comes as a surprise to us; therefore we can never count on it and we dare not believe in it until it has happened... Hence, the only way in which we can bring our creative resources fully into play is by misjudging the nature of the task, by presenting it to ourselves as more routine, simple, undemanding of genuine creativity than it will turn out to be... We are apparently on the trail here of some sort of invisible or hidden hand that beneficially hides difficulties from us.

The optimum population is modeled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.

Did you ever feel as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using-you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through the turbines?

Speaking very slowly, 'Did you ever feel,' he asked, 'as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using- you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through the turbines?

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Did you ever feel, he asked, as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using--you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through turbines?

Did you ever feel...as though you had something inside you that as only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using--you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through the turbines?

The optimum population,' said Mustapha Mond, 'is modelled on the iceberg-eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.

Look not so deeply into words and letters; for this Mystery hath been hidden by the Alchemists. Compose the sevenfold into a fourfold regimen; and when thou hast understood thou mayest make symbols; but by playing child's games with symbols thou shalt never understand.

Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.

El alma tiene extraños refugios.

Es necesaria la desgracia para socavar ciertas minas misteriosas ocultas en la inteligencia humana; es precisa la presión para hacer estallar la pólvora.

Tu sais pourquoi Jean Barbek s'est arrêté de parler? lui demande-t-il. - C'est une des nombreuses choses qu'il n'a jamais dites.

Lo faceva nella luce di una felicità strana, che non aveva mai provato, e che pure, le parve, aveva portato con sé per anni, aspettandola. Le sembrò impossibile essere riuscita a fare altro, in tutto quel tempo, che custodirla e nasconderla.

Rebecca pensò che quell'uomo la amava, solo che non lo sapeva, e non lo avrebbe mai saputo.

Chi avrebbe mai pagato per farsi smascherare da un pittore e per apprendere in casa quello che di se stesso si affannava a nascondere tutti i giorni?

He was always reading. With his street kid clients, the popular belief was that he was searching for an elusive gap that existed somewhere in his books, hidden between lines or letters. One that would allow him, once and for all, to crawl inside the pages and disappear.

Everybody knows, she thought, that we have a skeleton underneath our skin; there's no reason to show it

People with something to hide wore sunglasses indoors. They were the ones you had to watch very carefully.

Auden returns to one of his most important themes—that of repairing the tragic division in our lives, of making us whole again: While, as they lie in the grass of our neglect, So many long-forgotten objects Revealed by his undisclosed shining Are returned to us and made precious again; Games we thought we must drop as we grew up, Little noises we dared not laugh at, Faces we made when no one was looking. But he wishes us more than this.

Caution was always required when you looked under a bed—anybody's bed, even your own.

Moral wounds have this peculiarity,—they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.