Quotes about Concealment
She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.
- DH Lawrence
Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him. He would have suffered much physical pain rather than this unreasonable suffering at being exposed to strangers
- DH Lawrence
I have come to hide you, " darkness told the star. "I'm too bright, " the defiant star replied.
- Matshona Dhliwayo
The most difficult secret for a man to keep is his own opinion of himself.
- Marcel Pagnol
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
- Oscar Wilde
Describe us as a sex, was her challenge. Sphinxes without secrets.
- Oscar Wilde
What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image on the canvas.
- Oscar Wilde
I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like everyone else.
- Oscar Wilde
The so-called "right to privacy" of which so much is made in contemporary life is in very large measure merely a way of avoiding scrutiny in our wrongdoing.
- Dallas Willard
You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it.
- William Faulkner
Cash is filling up the holes he bored in the top of it. He is trimming out plugs for them, one at a time, the wood wet and hard to work. He could cut up a tin can and hide the holes and nobody wouldn't know the difference. Wouldn't mind, anyway. I have seen him spend a hour trimming out a wedge like it was glass he was working, when he could have reached around and picked up a dozen sticks and drove them into the joint and made it do.
- William Faulkner
Acting like a crowd of kids/ the mask was a thin thing on its own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-consciousness/ He was safe from shame or self-consciousness behind the mask of his paint and could look at each of them in return/ They understood only too well the liberation into savagery that the concealing paint brought"?Lord of the Flies?
- William Golding