Quotes About Secrecy

No fim, o desejo era como uma doença, uma loucura, ou ambas. Deixei de pensar nos outros, desfrutava o prazer onde quer que o encontrasse e seguia adiante. Esqueci que cada pequena ação cotidiana pode fazer ou desfazer um caráter e que tudo aquilo que fazemos no segredo da alcova, teremos que confessá-lo um dia, gritando do alto dos telhados.

When a sensible woman has a reasonable question put to her, and evades it by a flippant answer, it is a sure sign, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, that she has something to conceal.

The rod of iron with which he rules her never appears in company--it is a private rod, and is always kept upstairs.

What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their hiding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night! With

I found her at the head of the sofa when I returned. She was just touching his forehead with her lips. I shook my head as soberly as I could and pointed to her chair. She looked back at me with a bright smile and a charming colour in her face. You would have done it, she whispered. In my place.

They who can treat secretly of the affairs of a nation have it absolutely under their authority; and as they plot against the enemy in time of war, so do they against the citizens in time of peace.

It has been the one song of those who thirst after absolute power that the interest of the state requires that its affairs should be conducted in secret . . . .

They who can treat secretly of the affairs of a nation have it absolutely under their authority; and as they plot against the enemy in time of war, so do they against the citizens in time of peace.134

bene vixit qui bene latuit.

Alan sensed Bull as liability, pure liability, triple liability. Alan was now having an affair with a man who had a cunt in the back of his leg. Worse still, the man was his patient. At the very least he would be struck off…

For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace the human dress. Songs of Innocence Cruelty has a human heart And jealousy a human face, Terror the human form divine, And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace seal'd, The human heart its hungry gorge. Songs of Experience - This poem was discovered posthumously.

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge. - A DIVINE IMAGE

To Nobodaddy Why art thou silent & invisible, Father of Jealousy? Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds From every searching Eye? Why darkness & obscurity In all thy works & laws, That none dare eat the fruit but from Thy wily serpent's jaws? Or is it because Secrecy Gains females' loud applause?

people lead their real, most interesting lives under cover of secrecy

Mr Lysander Rief looks like someone who is far more at ease occupying the cold security of the dark; a man happier with the dubious comfort of the shadows.

Death is hidden away from us in our century – it's become something secret that happens in hospitals or morgues. We only see it on a screen – filtered, lit, factitious.

The sea that encloses her young. body ula lu la lu is the sea of many arms - The blazing secrecy of noon is undone and and and the broken sand is the sound of love -

O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.

He had a face like a nutcracker; a scrawny man of no particular age, with merry secretive eyes.

When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old manservant— a combined gardener and cook— had seen in at least ten years.

She said she loved him and he had no cause to doubt it. They were like a drug in each other's veins. A crazy bad-news drug, their hands trembled with the hypo, the needle prodded for an un-collapsed vein. The drug they used was rare and dangerous with unknown and catastrophic side effects – you couldn't buy it, it had to be stolen under cover of darkness when other folks were asleep or their attention had wandered.

Encryption isn't optional, when we address one another," she said.

Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy.

Bugis Street, once famous for its transvestite prostitutes - the sort of place where one could have imagined Noel Coward, ripped on opium, cocaine and the local tailoring, just off his rickshaw for a night of high buggery - had, when it proved difficult to suppress, a subway station dropped on top of it.