Quotes About Secrecy

The gods love the obscure and hate the obvious.

El oro y amores eran malos de encubrir [Gold and love affairs are difficult to hide].

Keep smiling — it makes people wonder what you've been up to.

Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!

Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon.

Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.

The easiest way to keep a secret is without help.

If you wish to keep your affairs secret, drink no wine.

To him that you tell your secret you resign your liberty.

Such wickedness, to marry in secret and then deny it. I was told English aristocrats only have time for dogs and horses. This is clearly not true.

Although we can thus send our thoughts, it must not be assumed that our minds are as an open book for all to read.

He waits until dark. Marie-Laure sits in the mouth of the wardrobe, the false back open, and listens to her uncle switch on the microphone and the transmitter in the attic. His mild voice speaks numbers into the garret. Then music plays, soft and low, full of cellos tonight . . .

He scans the field. Trees, sky, hay. Darkness falling like velvet. Already a few pale stars. Marie-Laure breathes the measured breath of sleep. Everyone should behave as if he carries the real thing. The locksmith reties the stone inside the bag and slips it back into his rucksack. He can feel its tiny weight there, as though he has slipped it inside his own mind: a knot.

In fact, his silent foreknowledge of the conspiracy suggests that he was not without sympathy with them

And the Queen of Ruritania, James?' 'Do not misunderstand me, sir. They could be secretly married — I should say re-married.' 'Yes, certainly, re-married.' 'By a trustworthy priest.' 'You mean an untrustworthy priest?

You couldn't trust anyone or anything that belonged to the world of espionage.

They didn't just live with secrets. Secrecy surrounded their entire lives.

He used language as a place for us to hide.

Alan invented all sorts of ways of expressing things so that only he and I understood. He used language as a place for us to hide.

said. "Who are you? Was my uncle working for you? Did you kill him?" "So many questions," Crawley muttered. "But I'm afraid we're not authorized to give you the answers." The second man lifted his hand and Alex saw that he was holding a gun. He stood up behind the desk, holding the file as if to protect himself. "No…" he began. The man

But he was a man without a shadow -- or perhaps a shadow without a man.

But in the space of one minute he had told Colin Matheson more than he had ever told me. I had never known his age, for example. And I had written that he had spent ten years as a detective, not eleven. Why was Hawthorne answering these questions so readily in front of an audience in an Alderney cinema when with me he'd always been so guarded about his private life?

These people...I've never come across anyone like them. You want the truth? They make Scorpia look like a vicar's tea party.

That's top secret." Mrs. Jones gestured with one hand. "But I'll tell you anyway.