Secrets Quotes
I wanted to tell her secrets I hadn't even told myself yet.
A secret note is secret. There is no reason to sign it.
But there’s that thing with secrets, too, how they take over your head, feeding on your every thought, growing bigger all the time until the day comes they’re so heavy you can’t walk.
There's a very thin line between rightfully protesting, and protesting so much that it becomes clear you're trying to hide something.
If you have something hot, you keep your mouth shut, your eyes open, and your secrets buried.
That sounds a lot like, ’ I have more secrets that I’m going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest.
Questions after a fatal fall of a giant are like lighting a fire by a breeze laden sea.
Yeah I know. No one can know what you're doing or who you trust or don't trust, etc., etc.
These are open secrets, so to speak. Of the kind we dare not articulate, for fear of wounding those close to us.
and I wanted this girl who was like no girl I had ever known, wanted her not in spite of her moods and her secret bruises and her sad attempts at artifice but because of them, because of them all.
Just then they were both vulnerable, and the only thing standing between them and our enemies, was me.It seemed nobody wanted to take those odds because no one approached. I was mildly flattered.
She hadn't been scared for herself, she'd been frightened for me.Good. Her A-class horror movie scream earlier had nearly put me in an early grave. When this was over, I could call us even.
Ugh. I do not miss being your age." Sarah muttered, retracting her hand and wrinkling her nose. "It's like all teenagers have hormones coming out of their ears.
The view wasn't exactly breath-taking. Kind of boring actually. Unless, of course, you had a rare, strong appreciation for deserts, in which case it was downright mind blowing.
Lacey?" He bowed his head until his face was inches from mine. His smile was still in place, and as his eyes swept over my face, it widened. "Uh-oh. Did you break?
He was slowly starting to recover. I could tell by the eye roll and sigh. Oh, so only he could be a comedian?
They were smart enough to know that handing out superpowers like sweets to the general public was never going to be a good idea.Not that that stopped it from happening anyway.
So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.
Never underestimate the power of telling a teenage boy he's risking his chances of getting laid. Works almost every time.
Same. I don't like to think I might have ended up in Plumber's gang, but given the alternative..."I raised both eyebrows. "Yeah. Drug-dealers or super-powered psychopaths? Choices, choices.
Kate! Get some ice on that ankle or it's going to swell to the size of Luke's head. Then neither of you will be able to get through the front door.
What?" I asked, the word coming out much softer than I'd intended. Not quite a whisper, but close."Nothing. Just glad we ended up here, all of us, together.
I wasn't one to judge others when it came to fashion choices, but even I knew he'd drawn the short straw in the apocalyptic wardrobe department.
Jesus, Lacey. You just scared me half to death."I forced a laugh. "Only half? Damn.
Secrets had the power to kill a marriage, she said. Nonsense, Sylvie said, it was secrets that could save a marriage.
You going to let me go now?""That depends." He muttered. "Are you going to try and nosedive down the stairs again?""Wasn't planning on it, but who knows how this might play out.
It's like she has some sort of captivating fire in her eyes. Sometimes she'll look at me and I feel like she's staring into my soul, reading everything I'm trying to keep hidden.
It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.
Everyone had a dirty, little secret that is never spoken out loud to anyone. Which is another way of saying people are never what they seem.
Parisians were not easy to engage in conversation. Perhaps that was why the Resistance had been so successful.
But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it? Who at least ever declined a love secret? What sister could do so?
He has never told anyone this story. He doesn't mind talking to Richard, to Rafe about his past--within reason--but he doesn't mean to give away pieces of himself.
It seemed at moments, when I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down the meet the sea and some great secret was to be revealed.
I'm never getting a tattoo. My secrets are etched safely on the inside and I intend to keep them there.
Deception and privileged secrets are common facets of politics.