The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.
The dangerous secrets used to be held outside the government. Plots, conspiracies, secrets of revolution, secrets of the end of the social order. Now it's the government that has a lock on the secrets...
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himse...
The only place Aletta and I could be together unseen was just under the rafters in the church tower, a circumstance that propelled us into an earlier intimacy than what we would have known had we been...
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...
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's no...
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 are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes — die with despair of...
There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.
There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.
There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.
There's the imperative to keep secrets, and the imperative to have them known. How do you know that you're a person, distinct from other people? By keeping certain things to yourself. You guard them i...
This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.
To you, perceptive reader, I bequeath my history.
We always hate people who surprise our secrets…
What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing.
What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.
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.
When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.
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...
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