Secrets Quotes - Page 3

Every Single Number on the Clock knows all my Secrets.

But time does not disclose its secrets to humankind, and the possible turned impossible.

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.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

The reason people fear to confide in anyone is that even an internal friend can make personal details external, and it will remain eternal.

You only know me as an ordinary human being, with flesh, blood and bones, but there is something about me too hard for you to decipher, for if i let you, you will ever regret knowing me.

In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation - from fear, shame, guilt and judgement - was finally possible.

His body tensed as his gut was struck with a frozen bullet of shock. He couldn’t breathe.

Deception and privileged secrets are common facets of politics.

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

It's not the substance of what you make known to me that's beautiful; it's the opening of your heart. It is the 'yes' in your heart to be mine. The fact that you are revealing the secrets and letting me peer into your heart-that is in itself the beautiful part.

Her exceptional beauty also helps her to keep her secrets. Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Keep your secrets. You're too young and beautiful not to have secrets.

But where corpses were buried secretly, there the grass grows thick; such signs (and there are ever so many others!) may be read by those to whom truth is more important than beauty.

God, she looked like an angel from this angle as she sat in the sunlight that streamed in from a nearby open window. I was hoping with all my heart that what I was about to tell her, wouldn’t make this angel fall.

Give me your secrets. I'll give you my soul.

Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.

Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.

Their language has been lost.

But not the gestures.

Nature, keeping only useless secrets, had placed within reach and in sight of human beings the things it was necessary for them to know.

There are no secrets about the world of nature. There are secrets about the thoughts and intentions of men.

One who knows everything is the one who knows nothing.