Quotes About Secrecy

When she drifted off, she was thinking of Ryne, strangely. A pity if he was afraid of her, now. A great pity if he turned out to be a Darkfriend. He was charming, and quite pretty, really. She did not mind a man wanting to see her unclothed, only his telling others about it.

With the fog to hide them . . . well, when what they do is hidden, men sometimes deal with strangers in ways they wouldn't if there were other eyes to see. And the quickest to harm a stranger are the soonest to think a stranger will harm them.

A plan revealed is a plan doomed to fail.

everything we knew, everything we felt!' 'Not quite everything,' he said, touching her cheek. 'I'm Jason to you, Bourne to me, because that's the name I was given, and have to use it because I don't have any other. But it's not mine.

It's called obfuscation in the interest of deniability. You might say it's our lingua franca.

the rich have already made their money prior to the public even being aware that the company exists.

More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.

But don't tell Marilla I said anything about it. She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that. Wild horses won't drag the secret from me, promised Anne solemnly. How would wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow? But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success. He fled hastily to the remotest corner of the horse pasture lest Marilla should suspect what he had been up to.

In the afternoon we all repaired to the orchard, Bibles and hymn books in hand. We did not think it necessary to inform the grown-ups of what was in the wind. You could never tell what kink a grown-up would take. They might not think it proper to play any sort of a game on Sunday, not even a Christian game. Least said was soonest mended where grown-ups were concerned.

Shut the windows, draw the curtains, keep the rumour out!

Would the people in her life still love her if they knew the whole truth about her? Perhaps, but would they love her the same?

If you did a thing hoping a person wouldn't find out, that person always did.

A couple of years ago, I ran into someone at a trade show who was representing the NSA (National Security Agency). He mentioned to someone else in passing that he'd written a filter program in Perl, so without telling him who I was, I asked him if I could tell people that the NSA uses Perl. His response was, Doesn't everyone? So now I don't tell people the NSA uses Perl. I merely tell people the NSA thinks everyone uses Perl. They should know, after all.

Pop says, 'Now you head on out of here and you better hope the snow covers your tracks because I'm going to finish this whiskey and then I'm coming

SEALs did some of their best work in the dark—and that wasn't just a pickup line. The

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

He loved to fuck,needed the release to keep his muscles content,and though he didn't allow anyone to touch him,undress him,or speak to him,he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfer came in ways,durations,and decibel levels they'd never known existed.

Maybe my behavior is less about what I'm hiding and more about wanting to keep things hidden. Secrecy feels like power. And safety.

That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.

I slid into the car, had my door closed and locked before Edward opened his door. Tell me what happened, Anita. I looked at him. It would serve you right if I just looked at you and smiled. Something crossed his face, a frown, a snarl, quickly lost to that perfect blankness he could manage. You're right. I've been a secret-loving bastard, and it would serve me right.

Edward's house. I'd never really hoped to see where he lived. He was like Batman. He rode into town, saved your ass, then vanished, and you never really expected an invitation to see the Bat Cave. Now here I was standing in front of it. Cool. It

Doc, I need to talk to my detective alone for a few minutes." Charleston smiled at the doctor as he said it, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. They showed that he was smiling for social convention and nothing else

It's none of your business what I'm aware of.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.