Secret Quotes

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

You can't stop the future
You can't rewind the past
The only way to learn the secret
...is to press play.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

There's always another secret.' -Kelsier

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

It's a fact—
everyone
is ignorant in some way or another.
Ignorance is our deepest secret.
And it is one of the scariest things out there, because those of us who are most ignorant are also the ones who often don't know it or don't want to admit it.
Here is a quick test:
If you have
never
changed your mind about some fundamental tenet of your belief, if you have never
questioned
the basics, and if you have
no wish
to do so, then you are likely ignorant.
Before it is too late, go out there and find someone who,
in your opinion
, believes, assumes, or considers certain things very strongly and very differently from you, and just have a basic honest conversation.
It will do
both
of you good.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

Kira: L, do you know
Gods of death
love apples?
L: Damn you, Kira...

I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's
that
hard.

There is nothing perfect...only life.

I don't judge people.
It blurs out the center of my attention,
my focus,
myself.

Many people pray to be kept out of unexpected problems.
Some people pray to be able to confront and overcome them.

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.

You must suffer me to go my own dark way.

This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.

But remember what I said about forgetting what I said?

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.

Secrets tear you apart.

I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.

Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.

It was like walking into a treasure trove of books, hoarded by pirate librarians.

I like geography best, he said, because your mountains & rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.

The secret to modeling is not being perfect. What one needs is a face that people can identify in a second. You have to be given what’s needed by nature, and what’s needed is to bring something new.

Saya akan pikul rahsia itu jika engkau percayakan kepada saya dan saya akan masukkan ke dalam perbendaharaan hati saya dan kemudian saya kunci pintunya erat-erat. Kunci itu akan saya lemparkan jauh-jauh sehingga seorang pun tak dapat mengambilnya kedalam lagi.

I believe that you're great, that there's something magnificent about you. Regardless of what has happened to you in your life, regardless of how young or how old you think you might be, the moment you begin to think properly, there's something that is within you, there's power within you, that's greater than the world. It will begin to emerge. It will take over your life. It will feed you. It will clothe you. It will guide you, protect you, direct you, sustain your very existence, if you let it. Now, that is what I know for sure.

Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.

And I suppose you know who Magnus’ father is? Luke said.
I paid a lot of money once to find it out, Raphael said.

Look: the trees exist; the houses
we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we
pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet
about us,
half out of shame perhaps, half out of
some secret hope.

It is interesting that we call something good a dream, but being called a dreamer is somewhat of a putdown.
Without dreamers, no dream would ever be given reality, and we would live in a very small and shallow world.
If you are a secret dreamer, it’s your time to announce yourself.

I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through school without anyone truly remembering I was here. My teachers acknowledged my academic successes and my coaches depended upon my athletic abilities, but I wasn’t important enough to make a recognizable social contribution. I was easily forgettable. That’s what I counted on.

In any kind of relationship we can make the assumption that others know what we think, and we don’t have to say what we want. They are going to do what we want because they know us so well. If they don’t do what we want, what we assume they should do, we feel hurt and think, How could you do that? You should know. Again, we make the assumption that the other person knows what we want. A whole drama is created because we make this assumption and then put more assumptions on
top of it.

Reinvent new combinations of what you already own. Improvise. Become more creative. Not because you have to, but because you want to. Evolution is the secret for the next step.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

To keep your secret is wisdom, but to expect others to keep it is folly.

Nothing else you want to do after all your dreams come true.
You've become numb. You shouldn't have ever stopped dreaming.

No need to feel guilty if you can't be a good man all the time.
But anytime your heart is feeling so eager to do even a small good deed,
then it might be a good chance for you…
to be a better man.

Every man should believe in something.
If not..
he would doubt everything, even himself.

But it is no use to justify yourself. It is no good to explain. It is weak to be anecdotal. It is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothing to conceal. A man's power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.

I think that’s what Toni Morrison and Alice Walker understand, the secret language of women. That it’s not a secret at all; men just don’t know how to listen.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

The secret to so many artists living so long is that every painting is a new adventure. So, you see, they're always looking ahead to something new and exciting. The secret is not to look back.

Only a mind free of impediment is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the world. This is our greatest asset.