Ritualised child sexual abuse is about abuse of power, control and secrecy. Ten years ago many people found it difficult to believe that fathers actually raped their children, yet survivors of such abuses spoke out...

Deception and privileged secrets are common facets of politics.

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

A mystery is an unknown puzzle to solve like lies and secrets that you need to know. Lies and secrets that are like a cancer in our soul. They eat away what is good and...

I have to ask, sir…Why does it have to be done like this?”Vetinari smiled. “Can you keep a secret, Mister Lipwig?””Oh, yes, sir. I’ve kept lots.””Capital. And the point is, so can I. You do...

The only secrets that are good are the ones with an ending. Keep surprises instead of secrets in your home.

I don’t think I’ve ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars and all their secrets.

A secret is a truth, hiding behind a mouth.

There are two kinds of secrets. The ones we keep from others and the ones we keep from ourselves.

How do you look at your best friend the same way again when you know the flavor of his mouth?

Our true history is scarcely ever deciphered by others. The chief part of the drama is a monologue, or rather an intimate debate between God, our conscience, and ourselves. Tears, grieves, depressions, disappointments, irritations, good...

There are so many movies like this, where you thought you were smarter than the screen but the director was smarter than you, of course he’s the one, of course it was a dream, of...

We all are secret-keepers in our intimate relationships. We keep secrets from our partners about daily encounters, former lovers, true feelings about sex, friends, in-laws, finances, personal hopes, and worries about work, health, love, and...

This is, in part, why there is less magic in the world today. Magic is secret and secrets are magic, after all, and years upon years of teaching and sharing magic and worse. Writing it...

Because, my dear Eric, I have tasted the secret knowledge. I know how much to say and when to pull back. I know what to see and not see. And now that I have become...

Who knows the secrets of anybody’s heart.

For its survival, the satanic cult demanded secrecy and obedience while it made brutality, even killing, appropriate. Denial and disavowal were inevitable responses to required behaviors so bizarre as to seem unreal, even to those...

I have no secrets.

Nothing Stays Secret Forever

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

Eleanor should never have told them about Park’s house, but she’d been dying to tell somebody. (This was how people ended up in jail after committing the perfect crime.)

It is a fundamental principle of American democracy that laws should not be public only when it is convenient for government officials to make them public. They should be public all the time, open to...

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

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

Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.

Now I no longer believe that people’s secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

Disclosing one’s “deep, dark secrets” makes them no less deep or dark or secret than any other petty flaw.

It was at thirteen years old that Marya Morevna learned how to keep a secret, and that secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization.

And as for the vague something — was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression? — that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed...

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

Once she told me her secret, it ceased to be a secret. Therefore, I was free to tell the world.

Now writing is just working your way toward the border that the innermost secret draws around itself, and to cross that line would mean self-destruction. But writing is also an attempt to respect the borderline...

All I wanted was a man who could love and who loved me, who I could share my secrets with and know his.

Secrets and lies… Everyone in the world deals with these every day of their lives. To protect themselves. To protect someone else. It is all in the way that you look at the situation.

Secrets had the power to kill a marriage,she said. Nonsense, Sylvie said,it was secrets that could save a marriage.

We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

Time is the mother of all secrets.

Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.

There comes a time when all the secrets are told and all that is left are their spent ghosts.

Your mother loves you too, son, more than anything in the world. She worries about you, day and night.”That sentiment stirred something profoundly pleasant inside the boy. He grinned at the internal warmth it created.

And what if we’d been utterly open? Made jokes about the first wife? What if we’d been that kind of family? Well, I would have been different, surely. But not because I knew the secret....

With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

Questions of personal priority, however interesting they may be to the persons concerned, sink into insignificance in the prospect of any gain of deeper insight into the secrets of nature.

Confidante. One entrusted by A with the secrets of B confided to herself by C.

How remarkable we are in our ability to hide things from ourselves – our conscious minds only a small portion of our actual minds, jellyfish floating on a vast dark sea of knowing and deciding.

There is no quarrel between science and spirituality. I often hear people of science trying to use it to prove the nonexistence of the spiritual, but I simply can’t see a chasm in between the...

An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean. I learned that. This kind of story, this kind of things kept secrets -they...

I feel that telling my secrets makes me less vulnerable. What would make me vulnerable are the secrets I keep.

I love letting her know how much she means to me. A love in secret is but a shadow that’s cold and lonely.

Secrets… nothing eats away at love faster.