Quotes About Hidden

This was the virtue of the dark: you were who you had always been, only no one could see you.

Our mother had taught us that when the moon was white, reappearing after its absence, it was showing us that what had been hidden could easily become whole again.

It had been better to have viewed him from a distance, so that his flaws were left unseen.

Claire's dog and the cat Elv had rescued from the river had a strange alliance. When they thought no one was at home, they sat together on the couch by the window, peering out at the courtyard. As soon as the key turned in the door, they jumped off the couch so that no one would see their attachment. Dogs and cats had their secrets too.

Oh, you're moonlight, he'd said. Harder to see, but there for those who look.

Everything was hidden. I now understood it was our duty as human beings to see behind the veil to the inside of the world, to the heart of things.

Some secrets were much harder to keep than others, especially ones you kept from yourself.

A secret is always hard, a stone wedged just beneath the skin. A constant reminder that won't go away, a secret invokes longing; it takes on a life of its own. In order to keep one well, certain things have to be done backward: Laughter instead of tears, a slow walk when the urge is to run. Always deny what is most important, at least in the presence of others.

Há segredos que devem ser guardados e a maioria deles tem relação com as angústias do coração humano, pois a tristeza expressada em voz alta é uma tristeza vivida duas vezes.

Everyone said it was the earthquake; it disrupted atoms in the air, bringing out the worst you had hidden inside.

The story is always about searching for the truth, no matter what it might bring. Even when nothing was what it appeared to be, when everything hidden, there was a center not even I could run from: who I truly was, what I felt, what I was deep inside.

The child's dependence on his or her parents' love also makes it impossible in later years to recognize these traumatizations, which often remain hidden behind the early idealization of the parents for the rest of the child's life.

My need for love had gone underground, like a canny toothache.

Lies of that nature could be waiting around in the corners of a person's mind, hanging like bats in the corners, waiting to take advantage of any kind of darkness.

It was as if she had a murderous needle somewhere in her lungs, and by breathing carefully, she could avoid feeling it. But every once in a while she had to take a deep breath, and it was still there.

As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.

The moon is whole all the time, but we can't always see it. What we see is an almost moon or a not-quite moon. The rest is hiding just out of view, but there's only one moon, so we follow it in the sky. We plan our lives based on its rhythms and tides.

There are secret rooms inside us," I had said to my therapist. "A relatively benign construct," he said, and so I did not bother with the rest of it. That in my house we never left them, that in my house my mother and father preferred them to everywhere else.

An American, I said, sighing, but understanding my love of my adopted country perhaps for the first time: an American looks like a wounded person whose wound is hidden from others, and sometimes from herself. An American looks like me.

How brief and hidden were the moments of destiny.

She had no idea how George delighted in her funny ways, or watched her through the window as she stood outside, finishing an apple or nibbling sunflower seeds. She did not register his glances, his quick inventory of her clothes, his pleasure in her face and wrists. She did not know his heart.

The figurehead goes at the front of the ship. Braves the terror of wind and waves, takes the risks and reaps the glory. But it's an unnoticed fellow hidden away near the back who does the steering." He smiled up towards the head of the column. "No leader worth a damn ever led from the front.

Secrets, power. It's all a metaphor.

There are few blessings without a curse hidden inside, nor curses without a whiff of blessing.