Quotes about Secrets

Everyone holds secrets that need protecting.

My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's.

Nothing can grow in the shade of secrets, she would say, love needs light and space to flourish.

But beyond confusion and rage, the strongest feeling I remember having that night was frustrated desire, because I would never be able to satisfy my need to run my hands over Rosa's body, to penetrate her secrets, to release the green fountain of her hair and plunge into its deepest waters.

You lose it if you talk about it.

Everyone has secrets. Fiction allows people to see themselves in characters, to discover healing and truth when their 'reputation' or shame won't let them pick up a non-fiction book. They can watch characters struggle, then experience the truth that sets them free.

The problem with keeping a secret is that you don't give someone a chance to come through for you, to prove to you that they love you unconditionally.

Secrets are always found out, and when they are, people get hurt.

No books ever go into my laboratory. The thing I am to do and the way are revealed to me the moment I am inspired to create something new. Without God to draw aside the curtain, I would be helpless. Only alone can I draw close enough to God to discover His secrets.

The secret lies in how we handle today, not yesterday or tomorrow. Today... that special block of time holding the key that locks out yesterday's nightmares and unlocks tomorrow's dreams.

No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you. How loose the silk. How fine and loose and free. DENVER'S SECRETS were sweet.

Saying more might push them both to a place they couldn't get back from. He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be. Its lid rusted shut. He would not pry it loose now in front of this sweet sturdy woman, for if she got a whiff of the contents it would shame him. And it would hurt her to know that there was no red heart bright as Mister's comb beating in him.