Quotes About Secrecy

recognized Coubert, the faceless man, immediately. His steely look, his shining eyes with no eyelids; his smile as he licked his nonexistent lips in the dark.

No sé qué me ha pasado. No te ofendas, pero a veces una se siente más libre de hablarle a un extraño que a la gente que conoce.

Mire, yo en estos casos, y créame que tengo práctica, lo que siempre hago es rellenar la documentación con nombres sacados de la sobras del insigne Ramón María del Valle Inclán, porque está demostrado que tan fina pluma tiene poca incidencia en la lista de lecturas recomendadas por la Jefatura Superior de Policia y de esta guisa nadie se entera del cambiazo.

Señorias hace much is años que no he visto a ninguna, perro si de refiere usted a mi humilde persona, bastará con decirle que soy el director de esta casa y que uno de mis pasatiempos predilectos es ponder a pardillos e intrusos de patitas en la calle.

Señorías hace muchos años que no he visto a ninguna, pero si se refiere usted a mi humilde persona, bastará con decirle que soy el director de esta casa y que uno de mis pasatiempos predilectos es ponder a pardillos e intrusos de patitas en la calle.

The ménage à trois was completed by their secretary, Herminia, who followed them around like a loyal dog wherever they went and whom we all nicknamed Lady Venom because, although she looked as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, she was as trustworthy as a rattlesnake in heat.

Telling the truth should be kept as a last resort, Daniel, even more so to a nun

Sin más indicio de sus intenciones que una misteriosa sonrisa.

Nobody must know the truth, because I've learned that in this world truth only hurts, and God loves and helps those who lie.

Tako, u tajnovitosti, porodica Fortunj pusti da pro?u godine, u?utkuju?i svoja srca i svoje duše, do trenutka kad, od tolikog ?utanja, zaboraviše re?i za izražavanje svojih pravih ose?anja i pretvoriše se u strance koji su živeli zajedno pod istim krovom, jednim od tolikih u beskrajnom gradu.

Un secreto vale lo que aquello de quienes tenemos que guardarlo.

In this manner, secretly, the Fortuny family let the years go by, silencing their hearts and their souls to the point where, from so much keeping quiet, they forgot the words with which to express their real feelings and became strangers living under the same roof, like so many other families in the vast city.

Don Gustavo, que se declaraba agnóstico (lo cual la Bernarda sospechaba era una afección respiratoria, como el asma, pero de señoritos), opinaba que era matemáticamente imposible que la criada pecase lo suficiente como para mantener semejante ritmo de confesión.

This is a secretive age. Our secrets are our weapons. Think of South Africa, those clandestine meetings. Think of the covertness of families. Think of love. How else can we express mutiny but by the burial of our unspoken thoughts?

Please go home with me and stay forever. I will hide you in my closet and take you out at night, and I promise to be gentle, he said between kisses.

The grounds seemed eerie in the moonless night as the couple walked quietly, beaming their flashes ahead of them. They circled the inn. The place was completely dark, with the exception of the tiny night light in the main lobby.

But underneath the action, it asks a question just as tough: Is it ever right to "out" someone, to take away their control of what the world knows of them?

Maybe he should have kept quiet about if he knew they couldn't stand it. Is that what you do?

told someone that the slave had disappeared so quickly that he "must have gone on an underground road." Allegedly this was the origin of the nickname Underground Railroad.1

What ever you do-Don't get caught.

Métis writer Joeanne Arnott (1994) notes that, passing is one of the very few options for survival of a mixed-race people in virulently racist society (59). The decision to withhold important information about cultural ancestry is one that causes pain and suffering in the long term. (p.39)

I can't just open myself up the way some people can. And down here, you're raised a certain way. You're taught to keep some things private, family matters especially. It's just the way it's done. Everyone worships the past but no one really wants to talk about it.

Being addicted to soft-porn romance novels in Ithaca, Georgia, was like filling a prescription for head lice or genital herpes. It just wasn't the kind of thing you went around bragging about, not if you were a good Southern girl, anyway, from a good Southern family.

With a glance over her shoulder to ensure no one saw them, she charged up the stairs. Mr. Aldercy fell into step behind her, and they hurried like schoolchildren afraid of being caught in a prank. However, at the top of the stairs, games stopped. He whisked her up the last step, twirled her around until her back was against the wall, and kissed her.