Quotes About Secrecy

When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the only thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

Put out the torches! Hide the moon! Hide the stars! Let us hide ourselves in our palace, Herodias. I begin to be afraid.

When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. it is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life.

You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties. I never know where my wife is, and my wife never knows what I am doing. When we meet—we do meet occasionally, when we dine out together, or go down to the Duke's—we tell each other the most absurd stories with the most serious faces.

You know how I love secrecy. It is the only thing that can make modern life wonderful or mysterious to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I? CECILY: Oh no. [Puts her hand over it.] You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.

the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

The Icelanders are the most intelligent race on earth, because they discovered America and never told anyone.

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us.

Cuando quiero a alguien de verdad, no me gusta decir su nombre a nadie. Es como ceder una parte de él.

A coisa mais banal se torna deliciosa se a escondermos

LORD WINDERMERE: Well, that is no business of yours, is it, Cecil? CECIL GRAHAM: None! That is why it interests me. My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people's.

The secret seems to be the only way to become mysterious and wonderful modern life. The commonest thing gets a touch fascinating when done on the sly.

But the world might guess it; and I will not bare my soul to their shallow, prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope. There is too much of myself in the thing, Harry--too much of myself!

Vampyre High Council. Wasn't clueing them in to that a little more important

Has anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

Mr Beach was too well bred to be inquisitive, but his eyebrows here not. 'Ah!' he said. '?', cried the eyebrows. '? ? ?' Ashe ignored the eyebrows. ... Mr Beach's eyebrows were still mutely urging him to reveal all, but Ashe directed his gaze at that portion of the room which Mr Beach did not fill. He was hanged if he was going to let himself be hypnotized by a pair of eyebrows into incriminating himself.

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink?

We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.

She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.

The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it.

In the hour it took to finish that meal, I learned that silence could be the most eloquent form of lying.

beware the law behind closed doors, the yellow-toothed men behind silver badges who had been betrayed by their chromosomes and their birth. She would talk of power as a yeast that could activate a malevolence that no force on earth could overcome once it had begun. Beware

What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out and we can't get in to free her.