secret

Invoking the moral high ground somehow makes you lose it. Using a secret as a weapon makes you almost as bad as the transgressor.

Freemasonry is relevant as much as the actions of Freemasons are meaningful.

It was as though he had secrets, and he wanted you to know he would keep them for the pleasure of depriving you of their taste.

Most of my life has been spent keeping information close, turning it over and over in my mind. The impulse to share anything is a new one, the impulse to hide as natural as breathing.

Everything is complicated if no one explains it to you.

I know that you always take around because you talk so much, but I like to always know what's happening in your world.

We must keep our thought secret, and judge everything by it, while talking like the people.

In good time every secret must be shared and every miracle called into question.

There is a common language, a mode of consciousness, almost a secret sign which can be read and recognized by all who are similarly engaged. Such realizations help fend off the feeling of isolation which can dog the steps of those who seek the Grail.

Music is heard in the background. As the movemnt becomes sharper; the many dancers acting but as one. She is one with her secret. As the time draws near, the woman's body begins to push. With the rhythm of the music and the beat of the dancer's feet; her secret almost revealed.

Because after a time having a secret and nobody knowing you have a secret is no fun. And although you don't want others to know what the secret is, you want them to at least know you have one.

I kept my expectations low, which is one of the secrets of life.

Weird, even for one of us. Or maybe she's worse.""Worse how?""Normal.

Sign this... and I'll show you

You see, a secret is not something untold. It__ something which can__ be told.

But there was something in his eyes at times that I would almost swear said something more. Some deeper sort of regard.

Nearly everyone has had a box of secret pain, shared with no one.

For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and made me different from everybody else. I took it with me everywhere, and there was never a moment when I wasn't aware of it. It was like I was totally awake, like I could feel every nerve ending in my body. Sometimes my skin would almost hurt from the force of it, that's how strong it was. Like my whole body was buzzing or something. I felt almost, I don't know, noble, like a medieval knight or something, carrying this secret love around with me.