Quotes About Hidden

I cannot speak of the things I have seen, nor seek the comfort for the pain I feel. If I did, this nation would descend into a deeper kind of madness, or think of it's president mad. The truth, I am afraid, must live as paper and ink. Hidden and forgotten until every man named here has passed to dust.

The ones who stay unnoticed often see the most. They live out other people's lives, since their own are so unremarkable...

Before we can solve the problem of stress and anxiety, we have to look at one final actor––and the critical role it plays in setting you up for stress. It's your hidden alarm system; it's called the amygdala.

Surround us with your subtle and hidden prophets, that we might have help to overcome self-deception and face the truth that sets us free. Amen.

These stories had intrigued her with their strange mix of violence and love, so unlike the distant, passionless affection of her own mother. She thought, she hoped, that the handkerchief was something fantastic, like a piece of a tale, but real, and just for her, a symbol of the real, hidden love of her mother.

out of her sight.

She is the one who hides her name in every arroyo and chaparral wash, like the Egyptian sungod that bears her name, Amon-Ra .

We joked about putting it off, but underneath the joking, grim and hidden, he wanted to leave me, and he was working toward it and against it, maybe worried he could not do it, longing for it and fearing it, and not speaking of it

A truth that no one knows is still the truth.

Whether I want kids is a secret I keep from myself—it is the greatest secret I keep from myself.

In our spring-time every day has its hidden growths in the mind, as it has in the earth when the little folded blades are getting ready to pierce the ground.

The event of history is hidden in time.

Think not because no man sees such things will remain unseen.

There is a design behind the world that we are living in, which is veiled to most of us most of the time, but every once in a while, you catch a glimpse of it.

There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it.

Miss Abigail Westcott, he had concluded during the past week, when he had watched her far more than he had wanted to and far more than was good for him, did most of her living inside herself. Like an iceberg, she showed the merest tip of her totality to the world, even her family. Perhaps especially to them. He wondered if they realized it.

He was so very different, she thought. She might have passed him on a deserted street and not recognized him. And yet he was so very much the same. Her heart pounded its recognition. He might have been hidden at the opposite end of a crowded room and she would have felt his presence. Gerard.

There was something different about his face. It was not quite smiling, but the disciplined austerity had somehow gone from it. It was as though he had allowed some of himself to come out from that place deep within where he had hidden most of his life.

I kept it very quiet and very deep and very secret from all but the inner depth of my heart. I even felt ashamed of it. But I always thought of you.

Even at the age of eighteen, he thought suddenly, she had been an expert in the wearing of masks. One would never have known that the sunny-natured girl had grown up in such a home.

And there was his love for Allie to be hidden from everyone and everything but his own heart.

Her mouth smiled, smiled hard, but her eyes did not smile, ever. Her eyes watched and looked for something they knew they'd never find.

I put just a teaspoon of catshit in your sandwich, but you didn't notice it at all." To my mind, a small bit of catshit equals a catshit sandwich, unless I know where the catshit is and can eat around it.

Discussing free verse if like talking about an iceberg, a shining object that is mostly underwater.