Secrets Quotes
You're supposed to raise your friends up, not be happy when they fail.
Who was that?” Layetta asked.“Nobody.”“You can’t take a phone call from nobody. That meansthere is no one on the other end of the phone, meaning no phone call. So. Who was it?” I asked.
Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.
It was weird the way you could be friends with someone but not really know the ugly parts of their lives. We all had our secrets, I supposed.
You like him, Rose. Why don't you just admit that, at least to me?
Yes, women have always had secrets and always will. I'm afraid men would be very distressed to learn what their darlings were thinking. Frankly, I don't think men are strong enough to bear the shock.
The Tanakh teaches that, “The diligent will rule, while the lazy will be put to forced labor”. Most Jews work for themselves and hire employees instead of being employees.
A mind without a secret is with a question mark! A mind with so many secrets shall attract an exclamation one day!
When had things gotten so tangled in her heart and mind? Everything had been clear at one point, hadn’t it? No, she supposed it never had been perfectly clear.
Miranda waited. No voice spoke. No heavenly choir broke out in song. God Himself did not call her name. She frowned. Typical.
What at one time one refuses to see never vanishes but returns, again and again, in many forms.
Do you have a girlfriend?''No, ' I said quickly.Deny Honour again. Peter only denied Jesus three times. I must have denied Honour like three thousand times.
Jews have been the most successful and productive nation in history.
I now understood that real secrets were lonely. They planted themselves inside of you and expanded, until you felt like that was all you were-a lonely little secret, isolated in your experiences.
God’s secrets are revealed to us through the inter-communication of the spirit of man withthe Spirit of God.
The thing you let Die within when you are Alive, will be carried with your Soul after Death.
Between you and you, let there be no secrets. ~T.F. Hodge
No lie, secret, betrayal, or mistake will remain concealed if you have a past.
It was as if she would never be whole until the secrets of the past were exposed.
History isn't all fact--it's just the story the victors tell to keep themselves in power. And it's been a slow revision. The more time passes, the easier it becomes to reinvent the past.
Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?
Love is a feeling that is imposed on you. You cannot be lazy
With her I'd buried myself, every memory of who I was now, six feet under with the sister I'd put there.
Perfection isn't everything, " she said as she turned and walked away. "I think the flaws are what make it perfect.
I'm already gone. I died that night on the side of that road with my sister.
There was no mistaking her daughter's handwriting. And the words... "If you're reading this, I'm already dead.
You are hiding something from me, I say and Sidney Grice shakes his head. 'No, ' he tells me quietly. 'I am hiding a great many things'.
It's a strange feeling, owning a secret. It's like a stone in my stomach, crushing my insides and making me feel sick every time I think of it.
The scraps of information she’d gathered knocked against each other, like balls in a pinball machine in one of the arcades on the front. Secrets drew her in every time – the unsaid.
The water. The lake. It flows through our veins, and there's nothing we can do about it… It's like venom.
She felt a strong pull toward the water and it was more than curiosity…
There was something about this place that brought out the best and worst in you, pushing you to extremes.
Outside the store, beauty and mystery struggled to come together. Inside, they held hands, giggled to one another, and whispered secret messages.
Life has its enigmatic events, that can make it a mystery, or my misery. It all depends on how I view it.
I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.And buried.
Whatever it is that you think you have discovered. You must forget it.
Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don’t even ask.
In the daylight, order ruled, fences stood, how-do-you-do's and polite nods were the recipe. But at night, darkness rendered everything still and hush and secret. Minnie was a curator of secrets.
The secret to good writing is to use small words for big ideas, not to use big words for small ideas.
Whatever happens next, I'm sure it's going to be a great adventure.