Quotes About Cloak

The group within the cloak of secrecy is superior to the rest. Those not eligible for initiation are at best inferiors. They may be the enemy.

June 9 SEEK TO LIVE IN MY LOVE, which covers a multitude of sins: both yours and others'. Wear My Love like a cloak of Light, covering you from head to toe. Have no fear, for perfect Love decimates fear. Look at other people through lenses of Love; see them from My perspective. This is how you walk in the Light, and it pleases Me.

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thief's gesture against evil. "Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend." "Bless the Benefactor," said Jean, squeezing Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.

Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours. Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend.

Such audacity could never be faked—Locke had to feel it, summon it from somewhere inside, cloak himself in arrogance as though it were an old familiar garment. Locke Lamora became a shadow in his own mind... Locke's complicated lies were this new man's simple truth.

My experience of camp life in Afghanistan had at least had the effect of making me a prompt and ready traveller. My wants were few and simple, so that in less than the time stated I was in a cab with my valise, rattling away to Paddington Station. Sherlock Holmes was pacing up and down the platform, his tall, gaunt figure made even gaunter and taller by his long gray travelling-cloak and close-fitting cloth cap.

If I were a man I might not wear the cloak of anonymity.

To invest social conventions with sanctity is to hide their arbitrariness in a cloak of seeming necessity.

Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it.

The story of the odd ones is perhaps no more interesting than the story that might be written of the letters that "tip them off." A story here, of the harried, buried little figures that make up the swarm of the city and of the way they glimpse mystery out of the corners of their eyes. Of the way they pause for a moment on their treadmill to wonder about the silent, shuffling caricature with its hooded face and its thin fingers groping under its heavy black cloak.

into trouble because what he keeps hidden under his skirt has a mind of its own.

because the beautiful way he speaks in public is just another cloak he wears to hide what lies beneath his skin

Sometimes I wake up in the morning The ginger lady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you talking in my head

What do you call a planet where bad guys stroll through life with success draped around their shoulders like a King's cloak, while random horrors are visited upon the innocent heads of children? I call it Earth.

Finally there was a thick, warm cloak with a red clasp shaped like a rose. Grimalkin must have had these made in the County and hidden them among her own possessions. I was still half asleep; the last thing I wanted

Oh, is that Sylvan's?" Nadiah's eyes sparkled. "Is it from the vranna he killed for his manhood hunt?" "Uh, as a matter of fact, it is." "And he let you wear it." Nadiah stroked the thick, green-blue fur softly. "His manhood cloak. That's so romantic." "It

No ideology should ever get a pass simply because it is cloaked in a religious robe.

The contents of an ideology are not sacrosanct simply because they are couched in the cloak of a religion.

I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.

All Southern women have murder just under the surface, but we cloak it in graciousness.

The man was tall, and wore a dark cloak that fell straight like a robe; his hair, which grew low over his neck, shone with a curious reddish tinge.

Reparations, on the other hand, require black Americans to embrace a self-image of weakness and take on the cloak of a broken people.

This was thieves' cant. Mosca was a lover of words, and she had a sneaking liking for the grimy panache of cant, and those who wore it like a ragged red cloak.

Who of English speech, bred to the traditions of his race, does not recognize Hamlet in his 'inky cloak' at a glance? Not to know him would argue one's self untaught in the chief glories of his language.