What you didn’t tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

They aren’t my secrets to tell.

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He’d come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that,...

You are trying to lure us into revealing information you’re not entitled to? With chocolate and wine? Are you amateurs?

You are the keeper of my eternal secrets.

But nothing will help quite so much as just keeping quiet, talking with other people as little as possible, with yourself as much as possible. For conversation has a kind of charm about it, an...

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.

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.

I was increasingly both horrified and sceptical about these memories – I had no recall of these things at all, though I couldn’t imagine why I’d want to make it all up either. It felt...

A benefit of friendship is knowing whom to tell secrets to.

Imagine if we had no secrets, no respite from the truth. What if everything was laid bare the moment we introduced ourselves?

Horror is like a serpent; always shedding its skin, always changing. And it will always come back. It can’t be hidden away like the guilty secrets we try to keep in our subconscious.

I am the Secretary of Secrecy. I’ve got filing cabinets and safes full of Shh! That’s also where I store all my love for you.

Sufi secrets are perceived, not understood by words.

For the first time he perceived that if you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself. You must know all the while that it is there, but until it is...

It isn’t a secret, unless keeping it hurts.

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...

He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the...

I’m never getting a tattoo. My secrets are etched safely on the inside and I intend to keep them there.

Secrets—even in hardened criminals, they were just air pockets lodged under debris at the bottom of an ocean. It might take an earthquake, or you scuba diving down there, sifting through the sludge, but their...

Secrets are festering parasites to a relationship, devouring their hosts from within, leaving behind a empty hollow husk of what once was.

Like icebergs, people normally expose only a small part of themselves, and generally just the part they wish to show.

I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.

We carry secrets under our skin like shrapnel. Our surface wounds heal, but the damage festers underneath while we worry what tiny pieces will work their way to the surface for the world to see.

She said she never wanted to have secrets from me nor from herself, which is why she wanted to write down everything that otherwise would be hard to talk about. As I said, later I...

Then the truth began to reveal itself, as it always does. truth seeks the light of day,needs it just like we need air, and so it finds ways to seep out of the sturdiest. most...

In life; there’s always someone knowing the secret hidden in your life besides yourself.

My body was a Pandora’s box of aches and pains. When Grandpa died all the ailments came jumping out. I was forever twitching and shaking. I had a persistent sore throat and had difficulty swallowing...

It seemed at moments, when I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down the meet the sea and some great secret was to be revealed.

To Katie, it was as lonely and secret as any building could be; its size and grandeur meant less to her. She didn’t know or care when the place had been built or by whom,...

History isn’t all fact–it’s just the story the victors tell to keep themselves in power. And it’s been a slow revision. The more time passes, the easier it becomes to reinvent the past.

There is nothing more enjoyable than being a member of an enlightened group of people that meets in complete darkness in complete secrecy. I have no idea why the other members joined, when they joined,...

We have no secrets from each other, though sometimes I wish some things were more hidden. What’s more transparent than invisible?

My mother’s outh drops. ‘Emmy…don’t say those things Emmy. Remember, we don’t talk about those things.”Yes Mom. I remember. That’s why I’m here, looking like this.’An orderly knocks on the door and announces that visiting...

In Lakefield View, everybody has a secret. Behind every smile lies a dark story. Behind every hello is a hidden goodbye.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

The secrets of the universe aren’t really secrets. It’s just that humanity is too subjugated by their blissful ignorance to ask the right questions. When you have all of the answers, but are unable to...

It would be a dreadful thing to tell anyone about it, for it would destroy some fragile structure of truth. It was truth that might be shattered by division.

This secret-keeping business was not for me.

[S]ecrets are like stars. They blaze inside the heart and ultimately could be explosive. But there are two types of secrets. Small secrets, like small stars, will eventually burn out. With time and space they...

I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life...

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

Of what is concealed can also be revealed.

Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.

We are our secrets, and, if all goes well, we will take them with us to where no-one can touch them.

Don’t go on sharing your secret’s with everyone, you have the best safe for your secrets – Your Mind.

I guess that’s the way secrets are. They’re only heavy when you’re holding them. As soon as you let go, the significance of keeping those secrets hidden blows away and everything falls into place.

He confided his deepest secret to you; be always wary of his secret.

A writer is like a gossiper who reveal secrets in a professional way.