secrets

People say- 'NASA lies.' I say- 'the moon knows it all. Look at the moon and forget the spinning flat world.

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

How can I pretend that nothing happened?

And, as I lie in bed that night looking out into the starless sky, I think about that shadow on my guardian's face. The sadness has been there since the day I met Sidney Grice and I cannot imagine it will ever go away.

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

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

Perfect devices: doctors, ghosts and crows. We can do things other characters can't, like eat sorrow, un-birth secrets and have theatrical battles with language and God.

It seems we need someone to know us as we are--with all we have done--and forgive us. We need to tell. We need to be whole in someone's sight: Know this about me, and yet love me. Please. ...for...others it seems there must be a person to redeem us to ourselves. It isn't enough, apparently, to know oneself. To forgive oneself in secret.

Self redemption is the first step to exoneration from guilt.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

If you are trading silence or compliance for love, you are being cheated. When acceptance or love is withheld if you reveal secrets, the value of the relationship is just an illusion. Love cannot be earned, bought or traded__nly freely given. You are worthy of love that doesn__ require you to protect your abuser or sacrifice yourself.

Baxter knows a lot more than I do, I told her.Yes, said Baxter, but I will never tell people all of it.

But don't you see, I say, I don't care. I don't care what you've done or how bad you are. Edward, we belong together. We both know it. Now I know your worst secrets and you know mine. Isn't that what you've always wanted? For us to be completely honest with each other?

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

DON'T TELL YOUR SECRETS.A whisper can betray you.DON'T EVER STOP.They will always find you.DON'T TRUST ANYONE.Not even yourself.

You could tell a lot about someone by the way they carried a secret-by how safe they kept it, how soon they told, the way they acted when they were trying to keep it from spilling out.

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

Wesley's touch lingers on my skin. His music echoes through my head. I remind myself as I scrub my skin that we are both liars and con artists. That we will always have secrets, some that bind us and some that cut between us, slicing us into pieces.