Quotes About Secrecy

HIDING OUR PARENTAGE was a leisure pursuit, but one we took seriously. Sometimes a parent would edge near, threatening to expose us. Risking the revelation of a family bond. Then we ran like rabbits.

Another intense relationship was kept under wraps. No letters to Judge Lord were published for half a century, and by that time the renunciatory legend was so firmly established that Emily's delight in the Judge's visits and her candour about desire have been underplayed.

Austin required all reference to sickness be cut. Consistent with secrecy was the refusal of the Norcross sisters to let Todd see the letters in their possession. These remaining witnesses to Emily's ills in her teenage years, and to the treatment she endured in Boston in 1864 and 1865, shielded their cousin from biographical intrusion.

Now he closed his eyes and unwished the test pass and wished instead that this little twisty key would turn Gillon's present into a secret cupboard.

It used to be just CIA agents with ear-pieces who walked round with preoccupied, faraway expressions, and consequently regarded all the little people as irrelevant scum. Now, understandably, it's nearly everybody.

Go the window: the street is empty. You may hear running footsteps, or a sigh. In a minute or two the whistles have moved away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Next day some minor prince is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut, and all you are left with is the impression of secret wars, lethal patience, an intelligent manouevring in the dark.

Sometimes we do not do things that we wish to do, so others will not know that we wish to do them.

This folio never leaves this room, Natalie said, turning from the bureau with a leather folder in her arms. But you have plenty of time. Enjoy it, and when you're done set it back and join us for coffee. I couldn't possibly—it's so old— One of the woman's brow ridges quirked. And only young things need to be touched?

Se, como penso, Capitu não disse a verdade, força é reconhecer que não podia dizê-la, e a mentira é dessas criadas que se dão pressa em responder às visitas que a senhora saiu, quando a senhora não quer falar a ninguém. Há nessa cumplicidade um gosto particular; o pecado em comum iguala por instantes a condição das pessoas, não contando o prazer que dá a cara das visitas enganadas, e as costas com que elas descem...

Mas vá lá; ou não se há de contar nada, ou se há de dizer tudo.

Que pour être efficace, il faut cacher ses intentions.

The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books, Miranda said. It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.

four different operators in that unit, working on a shift system, each with his own characteristics," says Nigel West, a British military historian. "And invariably, quite apart from the text, there would be the preambles, and the illicit exchanges. How are you today? How's the girlfriend? What's the weather

The issue with spies is not that there is something brilliant about them. It is that there is something wrong with us.

If you want to do something in your life, share everything but never your ideas.

One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning.

I once had a crush on one of my teachers. I wrote him a love letter and stuck it in a bag in his office. I didn't write my name on it, but I'm sure he figured out it was me.

Life was good until the putges came. After that, there was nothing to do except flee into the jungle, high up, where it was so thick only wold things grew. When the putgest stopped Black Spot and his grids and cousin went quietly to the town of Nyang Shwe, where they were not known. They procured black-market identity cards of dead people with good reputations. After that they lived two ways: in the open life of the dead, and in the hidden life of the living.

Life was good until the purges came. After that, there was nothing to do except flee into the jungle, high up, where it was so thick only wild things grew. When the purges stopped Black Spot and his friends and cousin went quietly to the town of Nyang Shwe, where they were not known. They procured black-market identity cards of dead people with good reputations. After that they lived two ways: in the open life of the dead, and in the hidden life of the living.

We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts.

Perhaps I should not tell him the dream. It puts me in his hands, it is giving him too much

Because he was so critical, so severe, so suspicious of her, she became secretive and lying. She would never say what she really thought. She was afraid of him.

Also, I entreat you: do not show your work in progress to any outsider. I mean Bradley or Kahane, or anyone who is not working with you, following your thought, entering into it. It is confusing. These men are not your co-workers or even friends. These men are outsiders. Keep to yourself. You need a deep cohesion, a strong forward continuity. Admit no opinions until you are through.

Cuando miro tu rostro, quisiera dejarme llevar y compartir tu locura, que llevo dentro de mí como un secreto y no puedo seguir disimulando. Siento una aguda y pavorosa alegría. Es la alegría que se siente cuando se ha aceptado la muerte y la desintegración, una alegría más terrible y más profunda que la alegría de vivir, de crear