Quotes About Secrecy

you need to think about the difference between what is secret and what is private.

People are never who you think they are, that it was necessary to get a complete background check on a person before you made any promises.

It's got to be a nice life, long as you don't get caught.

He swaggered over to my mother, and kissed her so long and slow that my own cheeks started to burn, because I was sure the neighbors would see. When he lifted his head, my mother's eyes were a color I had never seen before and don't think I have ever seen again.

Your mama finds you like that, she's going to pitch a fit. The only way she'd find out is if you told her I'd come out here with you, and then she'd be too angry at you to yell at me. Guess we're partners in crime, then.

I hate that you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth.

Sabía muy bien cómo bajar la escalera sin hacer ruido. Ya lo había hecho un par de veces con anterioridad, para encontrarse con Matt en el patio de atrás. Una noche él le había enviado un mensaje de móvil: «Quiero verte ahora». Ella había salido a encontrarse con él vestida con un camisón blanco de algodón, como un fantasma, y cuando él la tocó, por un momento le pareció que iba a escurrírsele entre los dedos.

It is pitch dark and raining when I leave Josef's house, shaking beneath the responsibility of his confessions. What I want

He formed a Masturbation Club and didn't allow anybody else to join.

While talking on the cube to them, I made a casual gesture, touching middle finger to cheekbone, that used to be phone code: 'Disregard this; someone may be listening.' Most of them returned the gesture.

Our country use satellites to spy on its own people?' 'Well, the satellites go all around the world. They just don't bother to turn them off over the US.

Lovat thinks you can just hide someone in a place like the Commercial Road. You can't! It might be part of one of the busiest cities on earth, but at heart the East End is just a village. Too small to hide out in.

O my friends!- to be queer was very bliss. The fifties was the last great age of queerdom. All the talk now is of freedom and pride (pride!), but there young hotheads in their pink bell-bottoms, clamouring for the right to do it in the streets if they feel like it, do not seem to appreciate, or at least seem to wish to deny, the aphrodisiac properties of secrecy and fear

We understood each other, yes, but that did not mean we knew each other, or wanted to. How would we have maintained that unselfconscious grace that was so important to us both, if we had not also maintained the essential secretness of our inner selves?

Whitney had carefully kept the cotton gin under wraps while he applied for a patent, but he made a tactical error when he allowed women to have a look at it

It was a difficult time to be Irish, a difficult time to be twenty-one years of age and a difficult time to be a man who was attracted to other men. To be all three simultaneously required a level of subterfuge and guile that felt contrary to my nature.

It was 1959, after all. I knew almost nothing of homosexuality, except for the fact that to act on such urges was a criminal act in Ireland that could result in a jail sentence, unless of course you were a priest, in which case it was a perk of the job.

The shared secret and the shared denial are the most horrible aspects of incest.

When shame is toxic, it is an excruciatingly internal experience of unexpected exposure. It is a deep cut felt primarily from the inside. It divides us from ourselves and from others. When our feeling of shame becomes toxic shame, we disown ourselves. And this disowning demands a cover-up. Toxic shame parades in many garbs and get-ups. It loves darkness and secretiveness. It is the dark, secret aspect of shame that has evaded our study.

Refusing to accept our "real selves," we try to create more powerful false selves, or we give up and become less than human. This results in a lifetime of cover-up and secrecy. This secrecy and hiding is the basic cause of human suffering.

We know, we feel in our guts, that decisions are constantly being made which are going to wreck our ambitions, our dreams, our personal relationships. But the people making those decisions are keeping them secret, because if they don't they'll lose the leverage they have over their subordinates.

The nation was tightly webbed in a net of interlocking data-channels, and a time-traveler from a century ago would have been horrified by the degree to which confidential information had been rendered accessible to total strangers capable of adding two plus two.

and that person might be Nickie Haflinger!

The secret belongs only to the Maker of good and faithful dogs.