Quotes About Secrecy

There are two hidden doors in the paneling of the Billiard Room. But they're not really secret panels. They were just there for the men guests to go from the Billiard Room to the Smoking Room with ease." Secret doors so the men could sneak off and smoke? If she tried that, her mom would bowl her down the alley for sure, Stacy thought.

Well, sometimes you just want to go where it's dark, you know?

Love is breathing heavily, it's clear she's never talked about this to anyone. You know when someone is opening up a so private, that there isn't a key.

you have forced us into asexual, sunlit spaces. I finally have you in the dark and you're not hiding from me anymore and I'm gonna make this last as long as I can. I love this. I love you.

This night is ours.

For some reason, I believed that I had above all else an obligation to protect everyone-- my teachers, my family-- from the knowledge of my cutting. What they did not know would not cause them pain.

Smooth and ordered on the outside; roiling and chaotic and desperately secretive underneath, but not noticeably so, never noticeably so.

Do act mysterious. It always keeps them coming back for more

I write that one sentence really tiny, like if she doesn't look hard enough she might not see it, like if I write it full size then it might be full-size true. And it's hard to imagine that full-size thing truly happening to me.

The Fat Girl Code of Conduct: 1. Any sexual activity is a secret. No public displays of affection. 2. Don't discuss your weight with him. 3. Go further than skinny girls. If you can't sell him on your body, you'd better overcompensate with sexual perks. 4. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever push the relationship thing.

It's true, isn't it, that each of us has two hearts? The secret heart, curled behind like a fist, living gnarled and shrunken beneath the plain, open one we use every day.

The only one who didn't know was George Lucas. We kept it from him, because we wanted to see what his face looked like when it changed expression--and he fooled us even then. He got Industrial Light and Magic to change his facial expressions for him and THX sound to make the noise of a face-changing expression.

Many would argue there are certain otherwise-private stories I might've been wiser to keep closer to the vest. That vest that knows no proximity.

Suzanne Vale had a problem, and it was the one she least liked thinking about: She'd had a child with someone who forgot to tell her he was gay. He forgot to tell her, and she forgot to notice.

I'm a private person too, and we don't ever film anything in our home because it's off limits. It's like letting people see your messy house.

This persistence as private firms continued because it ensured the maximum of anonymity and secrecy to persons of tremendous public power who dreaded public knowledge of their activities as an evil almost as great as inflation.

In many people Christ lives the life of the Host. Our life is a sacramental life. This Host life is like the Advent life, like the life of the Child in the womb, the Child in the swaddling bands, the Christ in the tomb. It is a life of dependence upon creatures, of silence and secrecy, of hidden light. It is the life of a prisoner.

Every work that we do should be a part of the Christ forming in us which is the meaning of our life, to it we must bring the patience, the self-giving, the time of secrecy, the gradual growth of Advent. This Advent in work applies to all work, not only that which produces something permanent in time but equally to the making of a carving in wood or stone or of a loaf of bread. It applies equally to the making of a poem and to the sweeping of a floor.

Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.

Even if God had created us, He would never have admitted it.

Even though I'm a tranquil guy now at this stage of my life, I have nothing but contempt and anger for those who betray the trust by exposing the identity of our sources. They are, in my view, the most insidious of traitors.

If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.

You do not cut a check in the state of Kansas to John Doe, executioner. The executioner is paid in cash so there's no trail to him

A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.