Quotes About Secrecy

A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do. -Sara

By the time of the GDR's demise, two in every 13 citizens were informers.

Some of the priests from the Seminary were in the nunnery every day and night, and often several at a time.

I like anchovies, and I don't tell everybody about them. Almost every time, they don't even notice.

I am always reading immoral books on the sly, and then selfishly trying to prevent other people from having the same wicked good time.

Every man is a moon and has a side which he turns toward nobody: you have to slip around behind it if you want to see it.

Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody

Certainly. Of course. That's part of it. And always coming to school or when we're going home, you're to walk with me, when there ain't anybody looking – and you choose me and I choose you at parties, because that's the way you do when you're engaged.

I said, I know what you'll say. You'll say stealing a n***** is dirty, low business, but what if it is? I'm low down; and I'm a-going to steal him, and I want you to keep mum and not let on. Will you? Tom's eyes lit up, and he says I'll help you steal him.

Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer swears they will keep mum about this and they wish they may Drop down dead in their tracks if they ever tell and Rot.' Huckleberry was filled with admiration of Tom's facility in writing, and the sublimity of his language.

Among other common lies, we have the _silent_ lie--the deception which one conveys by simply keeping still and concealing the truth.

One of his favorite jokes was about a guy who was smuggling wheelbarrows. Every day for years and years a customs agent carefully searched through this guy's wheelbarrow. Finally, when he was about to retire, the customs agent asked the guy, We've become friends. I've searched your wheelbarrow every day for many years. What is it you're muggling? My friend, I am smuggling wheelbarrows.

The greatest love letters are always encoded for the one and not the many.

You hide a Jew. You pay. Somehow or other, you must.

I know Mischa, but you know how the politburo runs. If I say one word of this in there, I'll be out of my job the next day.' Remember, Gorbachev only became general secretary after he had kept his mouth shut under three predecessors.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.

For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed. ***Q&A*** How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell.

Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.

We can't leave him here, the smell will kill us . . . and we can't carry him out the door and drag him up the street, either. We can't just say, 'You'll never guess what we found in our basement this morning . . .

era una buena chica. Mantenía la boca cerrada allí donde iba. Llevaba el secreto enterrado muy adentro.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. As

Twenty-five years in the KGB and an agent used a turtle's name as his password. Lenin wept.

Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.

promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by the untimely death of the lady to whom the pledge was given. It is perhaps as well that the facts should now come to light, for I have reasons to know that there are widespread rumours