Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me br...
Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.
Secrets are revealed as you are ready to understand them. It seems capricious and mean-spirited of the Grimmerie to hold back, to yield and then to tease with a single page – but then the world is the...
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
When our Heart is on the Right Place there will be no Secrets.
When secrets are unspoken and unwritten they are lodged safely in the mind, but writing them down seems to let them loose and give them the power to spread like pollen on the air and enter into other...
The real thing about evil… you figure out one side of it - the human side, say - and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. The real disaster of this inquiry is that it is the nature of evi...
All families have their secrets, most people would never know them, but they know there are spaces, gaps where the answers should be, where someone should have sat, where someone used to be. A name th...
Then the truth began to reveal itself, as it always does. truth seeks the light of day,needs it just like we need air, and so it finds ways to seep out of the sturdiest. most skillfully hidden boxes--...
There comes a time when all the secrets are told and all that is left are their spent ghosts.
Secrets are what can ease or crush a soul, mend or destroy a heart, and rescue or murder a life.
I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.
Because: if our secret defines us, as opposed to the face we show the world: then the painting was the secret that raised me above the surface of life and enabled me to know who I am. And it's there:...
if you were quiet and blended into the background, you were less likely to make waves
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.
There are certain things in a man's past which he does not divulge to everybody but, perhaps, only to his friends. Again there are certain things he will not divulge even to his friends; he will divul...
There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard...
I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.