Quotes About Hiding

Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it—and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth's sweet gas.

How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding ... are simply inauthentic... But there are folks who know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it--and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth or the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth's sweet gas.

The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love.

Frieda came toward us, her brown stockings straining at the knees because she had tucked the toe under to hide a hole in the foot.

We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life.

Most of the time when people are wrong they try to hide it, reason it away, or simply try to ignore and forget it. If we saw the awfulness of sin from God's perspective it would make a difference in how we live.

She wouldn't have understood how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

Los Angeles is full of places to hide a body, but when the person inside the body doesn't love you, it's not an easy thing, turning that breathing person into a dead one.

I go over the mistake in my head a dozen times a day. How I was hiding in a closet upstairs at the Salinger house. How I had to pee but couldn't leave. So I pissed in a mug—a ceramic mug—and I put the mug down on the hardwood floor of the closet. I ran when I had the chance, and there is no way around it: I forgot the mug.

You hide behind the professional persona all day; then you leave the office and hide behind the drink.

Hey, I wish we hung out more in high school. Why didn't we?" "I was hiding," Jake said thoughtfully. "Me too." "You?" "In my own way." Hearing that made Jake wonder if they'd all been in hiding, if he hadn't been the only one who'd felt alone for so much of high school.

I have to find her. I check out hiding places in the lanes, behind bushes. A place where a boy could pull in a girl for a quick kiss. But there's nobody.

My heart's in the right place. I know, cuz I hid it there.

Bran had told himself a hundred times how much he hated hiding down here in the dark, how much he wanted to see the sun again, to ride his horse through wind and rain. But now that the moment was upon him, he was afraid. He'd felt safe in the darkness; when you could not even find your own hand in front of your face, it was easy to believe that no enemies could ever find you either.

There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.

Hiding leads nowhere except to more hiding.

I didn't want to pray to God 'cause I didn't want him to know where I was.

A man can hide all things, excepting twain - That he is drunk, and that he is in love.

She wished she had candy, but she hadn't settled on a new hiding place to thwart the nefarious Candy Thief.

Remember, forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, hiding isn't a long-term strategy, and distraction isn't your friend.

Security is not a license for people in authority to hide the tactics they would never openly admit to using.

FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

If he can be call'd meek who has no wishes --or hiding who needs never be found-- or scared who never attacks--- forgotten, who watches up the night--- If he can be called he, who has no self Writes One is All On every wall.

all that has changed, in my opinion, is that, thanks to television, we can hide a great depression. we may even be hiding a third world war