secrets

No one wanted to die with secrets in their grave.

Real secrets mean more than hiding that card game from you daddy. Real secrets can be hurtful. Make people do bad things.

Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.

The real secrets are not the ones I tell.

Curiosity is one of the great secrets of happiness.

In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories

Secrets are more powerful when people know you've got them," said Mr. Sutton. "You show them the tiniest edge of your secret, but the rest you keep under wraps.

The world is swirling with so many mysteries and secrets that nobody will ever track down all of them. But with a book you can stay up very late, reading until all the secrets are clear to you. The questions of the world are hidden forever, but the answers in a book are hiding in plain sight.

Who knows the secrets of anybody__ heart.

Why, if you only knew the secrets to which I'm p

I thought that when I spilled one secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but openness is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I'm finding.

It was always the secrets that hurt us, wasn't it? Not the telling of them.

Leo, I have another secret. I've fallen in love with you._ "I've always loved you.

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

It's naive to assume that another person can fulfill you, or save you, if the two things are, in fact, different, and I have never felt that way with Colin. I simply believe that he fulfills an important part of me, and that Robert fulfilled another equally important part of me. The part of me Robert fulfilled is a part which I imagine Colin, even now, doesn't know exists. It is the part of me that can destroy as easily as it loves. It is the part of me that feels safest and most at home behind closed doors, in a dark bedroom, that believes that the only truth lies in the secrets we keep from each other.

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 skillfully hidden boxes--even those buried deeply in the hearts of the dead.

Never, my little one, hide anything from those that love you. Never let anything that makes itself a nest in your heart, grow into a secret, for then at once it will begin to eat a hole in it.

Knowing this secret, being the only one chosen to know, makes me feel important in a way. But it__ a negative importance, it__ the importance of a blank sheet of paper. I can know because I don__ count. I feel singled out, but also bereft.