Secrets Quotes - Page 11

A cat’s secrets run so deep that even the cat itself is often unaware. Their mysteries are as natural as whiskers.

We hear the world governments talking about peace but we know each government is busy secretly making weapons capable of destroying the entire planet.

She thought of Aziza's stutter, and of what Aziza had said earlier about fractures and powerful collisions deep down and how sometimes all we see on the surface is a slight tremor.

When women are secret they are secret indeed and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

Um, well, I’ve been working out with Alex. Today just happened to be right after our workout,” Craig admits finally.“Really,” I say dripping with sarcasm. “And you failed to mention this earlier? You ran off so abruptly for your tryst. I should’ve suspected something illicit was occurring.”Alex erupts in laughter looking at Craig. “You didn’t tell her.

Secrets. Everyone has them. The light of day and truth reveal some secrets to be nagging obsessions or habits, while other secrets may be as incriminating as a literal decaying skeleton in one’s closet.

Then Cassie told her story. The feeling was like gathering up everything she's ever done or felt or known up to that moment and tying it into a ball and pitching it with all her might as far away as she could, and then watching to see what would happen next, what would roll back to her, what would have gotten left behind.

Because Niall Lynch was the biggest liar of them all, and he’d stuffed all of that into his eldest son. There was not much difference between a lie and a secret.

Real secrets mean more than hiding that card game from you daddy. Real secrets can be hurtful. Make people do bad things.

All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

I used to want to understand how the world worked. Little things, like heavy stuff goes at the bottom of the laundry bag, or big things, like the best way to get a boy to chase you is to ignore him, or medium things, like if you cut an onion under running water your eyes won't sting, and if you wash your fingers afterwards with lemon-juice they won't stink.I used to want to know all the secrets, and every time I learned one, I felt like I'd taken--a step. On a journey. To a place. A destination: to be the kind of person who knew all this stuff, the way everyone around me seemed to know all this stuff. I thought that once I knew enough secrets, I'd be like them.

Be careful who you tell your secrets to because when situations change... sometimes, so do people.

Rather, that rigidity had simply been given sporadic spots of wrath, coupled with the sprinkling of secrets, and placed in a cold corner to slowly stew and starve––leaving it no choice but to eventually break through with blooms of fury. And on the night of Cornelius’s arrival, it at long last broke through.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not hidden--only ugliness and deformity.

You can leave your mark in the sand of history just by discovering the secrets of greatness through time conversion.

Breathe, Emma. Now is not the time to swoon.

Give a man a mask, and he'll tell you deeper and darker truths. But he'll also be more abusive, unaccountable, and demonic.

Losing your virginity is a lot like when you find out that Santa doesn’t exist… First you’re slightly disappointed, and then you’re happy because you’re in on the secret

The most important aspect of life is not the creation, but the creator in you and the process of creation. Once you realize the flow of cosmic energy inside, along with its source, you understand the creator of the universe, and its cosmic order.

I assumed I would be better off telling you about this, rather than waiting for the entire thing to blow up in my face.

In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories

Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Don't worry,' she told him. 'I am exceptionally good at keeping secrets.'- Frankie Landau-Banks

There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.

No one wanted to die with secrets in their grave.

In the mind and nature of a man a secret is an ugly thing like a hidden physical defect.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…

Each tear being shed holds a thousand pounds of truth.

What is the difference between a dream and its memory?

When enforcing our boundaries, first and foremost, we are caring for ourselves, but we are also helping others to have a clear understanding of what we consider acceptable behavior. We are reflecting back to them what is not acceptable and, therefore, providing them an opportunity to consider that information and make necessary changes.

Because this is what I believe - that second chances are stronger than secrets. You can let secrets go. But a second chance? You don't let that pass you by.

Some secrets are heavy because they aren't yours to tell.

The man who can keep a secret may be wise, but he is not half as wise as the man with no secrets to keep

He gave me a small, secretive smile, a smile that said he knew many things but couldn’t share them all at once.

There may be no secrets in small towns, but there are no strangers either.

I live in a house of secrets, but I’ve unlocked a few rooms for you

There are those of us who nature is awakening to the secrets of the universe; apart from religious dogma or occult dabbling. It is Natural Law. It is awakening the minds and quickening the senses of those whom it's calling its descendants. Nature is fighting for its rightful place, which can never be fully usurped. Those who are most open to this knowledge are artists (poets, musicians, writers) who also happen to be free thinkers or "outsiders" to the system. We hear a voice that is calling us to waken to the secrets of the universe. Perhaps in some distant future, humanity will read of us; the ones who paved the way for this Pali or New Romanticism called the awakening unto Nature's Law. It won't be technology or software that paves the way, but nature. It won't allow itself to be destroyed, maybe uninhabitable for a time for humans, but never destroyed. There are those of us, the chosen few who are following the narrow path. We will be the future thinkers and writers who generations will read about that truly changed the world, and made a way where there seemingly was none.

I'm still the same guy you knew five minutes ago.

He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle only he knew and would never share.

A secret spoken finds wings.

It's quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.

Reading to me has always been like having a conversation with people who wouldn’t ask me any personal questions. Instead, they open up their own hearts and tell their secrets to me.

Life should never happen to you, but you should hold the power over life, with what kind of experience you wish to have, without any internal and external pressure.

So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn't his middle name (that would be 'Morgan'), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title character blurts out his truth, 'I'm an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.' It must have felt that way when Forster came of sexual age in the last years of the 19th century: seriously risky and dangerously blurt-able. The public cry had caught Wilde, exposed and arrested him, broken him in prison. He was one face of anxiety to Forster; his mother was another. As long as she lived (and they lived together until she died, when he was 66), he couldn't let her know.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

Sunlight on orchids Lightning on water Twilight calls your name I have searched for you for centuries I am the woman who fell in love by accident- Virtual love- who would have thought, is it even possible? ( I believe so ) I raise my white flag and listen for your echo in my dreams I'm walking backwards to find you in my past I'm entangled in your fate~ ~Lady A~

Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can.

I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to wait around to be rescued.

People were crazy with pain and secrets.

I think it would have to be the way that my sister looks at you when you can’t see it.”t“Yeah? And how’s that?” he asked, very interested in the answer.t“Oh, you know,” she said coolly, “like you’re the air she needs to breathe.

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

No duh, Susan said. You are like a walking vault of things you don't tell people. People who have secrets should pay you to hold on to them for them. You could be like a secret bank.

If you want to keep a secret, don't tell anyone!

To every whisper if you listen carefully, you will hear or fail to hear something.

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.

It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

We both wanted to know each other's secrets, and we both wanted the other person to go first.