Quotes About Hidden

We're only as sick as our secrets.

People's minds, particularly the minds of children, are like wells—deep wells full of sweet water. And sometimes, when a particular thought is too unpleasant to bear, the person who has that thought will lock it into a heavy box and throw it into that well. He listens for the splash . . . and then the box is gone. Except it is not, of course. Not really.

Wandering's the most addictive drug there is, I think, and every hidden road leads on to a dozen more.

There was an abyss. And books contained magical incantations to raise what was hidden there, all the great mysteries.

The two of them had discovered it was all right to open the closets...as long as you didn't poke too far back in them. Because things might still be lurking there, ready to bite.

We'd all be scared if we knew what was swept under the carpet of each other's minds

I believe that there is another man inside of every man, a stranger, a Conniving Man.

What you don't know, you can't tell. Or made to tell.

I once heard about some millionaire who had a stolen Rembrandt in his basement where no one but him could see it. I could understand that guy. I don't mean that Arnie was a Rembrandt, or even a world-class wit, but I could understand the attraction of knowing about something good ... something that was good but still a secret.

The true world was behind it.

Their faces were zealously blank, their eyes filled with bland fire.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it didn't matter, if no one knew.

The past is a shadow, so I hid in the darkness. Little did I know I had made myself the unsuspecting prey of unseen predator. For only in light can you see what is dark.

The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen....

The past is a shadow, so I hid in the darkness. Little did I know I was made myself the unsuspecting prey of unseen predator. For only in light can you can you see what is dark.

True monsters are not those lurking under the bed, but the ones sleeping in it.

Snakes hide in grass, people behind their lies.

All these people moving through life, all around me, and no one, not a single person, knows what I'm going through.

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets.

I love the idea that magic and witchcraft and battles between supernatural creatures could be raging all around us but just out of our sight.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

Didn't you know that people hide love like a flower too precious to be picked?

Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose!