Quotes About Hiding

I am beginning now to see how radically the character of my spiritual journey will change when I no longer think of God as hiding out and making it as difficult as possible for me to find him, but, instead, as the one who is looking for me while I am doing the hiding.

I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.

The truth is no longer hidden. Now people are hidding from the truth

There are no monsters, Doctor,' she spluttered. Yeah, There are,' he said. 'Some of them are just better at hiding than others. And then there are the ones we wouldn't know if we saw them.

Actually I ran away from school when I was 13. No one could find me, and the police were called. I was just hiding in a little thicket of grass at my school, and went to sleep.

My dad tells me I smile to keep from crying. I don't know about that. But I do think you sometimes smile to hide.

I know a lot of people who are depressed, and they walk around, and they're smiling every day, but no one's asking them how they're really doing.

We hid from the Nazis in the mountains. Sometimes there was nothing to eat but snow.

I married Stephen Gately off to so many people because Stephen didn't want anyone to know he was gay at the start. He was dreading all of his life that this was going to ruin his career.

We are all specialized forms of survivor, Peter reminded himself. We lack what we fundamentally need and forge ahead regardless, hurriedly hiding our wounds, disguising our ineptitude, bluffing our way through our weaknesses.

Everything that's damned is my business," he leered. "You ought to pick your words more carefully, Castor. Words are the birds that break cover and show your enemy where you're hiding.

We each have our hiding places and we each put up with the little quirks of the people we love.

Or perhaps they are here, but in hiding because of some Lex Galactica , some ethic of noninterference with emerging civilizations. We can imagine them, curious and dispassionate, observing us, as we would watch a bacterial culture in a dish of agar, to determine whether this year again, we manage to avoid self-destruction.

The evidence, so far at least and laws of Nature aside, does not require a Designer. Maybe there is one hiding, maddeningly unwilling to be revealed. Sometimes it seems a very slender hope.

We live our lives hiding from the things that displease and discomfort us. We reinvent ourselves and our history, constantly placing things in a light most favorable to us. It is in the nature of mankind to do this. Mostly, our deceptions are small ones. But they gather weight through numbers, and having them revealed all at once can be crushing. As well, there are larger truths that, exposed, seem more than we can bear, and so we hide them most carefully.

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To who? Your god may love soul mates but man does not. Such a couple is vulnerable, particularly if they are fool enough to let the world see how shiny and happy they are. Their risk rises tenfold during times of war. There are two courses a couple in such circumstances can chart: go deep into the country and hide as far from humanity as possible, hoping like hell nobody finds them. Because the world will tear them apart." He is wrong. He knows nothing of soul mates.

Shadows are wonderful things. They hide pain and conceal motives.

Privacy,is what you shut your mouth about,Denial is what you shut your eyes against.

Daddy would call you his brave soldier boy, and you would believe it. When they lifted you out of that hiding place and smiled at you so proud, you didn't feel like an eight-year-old at all.

My dad always says to listen for the pauses when you want to know if someone's hiding something.

Taking the body from under the boards, he sat it on a dining-chair, but left the carrier bag over its head as he did not want to look at the face.

Fiery love for Jesus pushes our thoughts out of hiding and puts them into anointed words of adoration.

The saddest part of the story to me is that no one talked about the duplicity. The missing bread was never mentioned. The people were silent. ———