secrets

She had learned over time that to know anything was bearable. It was secrecy that could not be borne.

The secret of the answered prayer is not in its artistry, nor shouts either_

There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.

In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation - from fear, shame, guilt and judgement - was finally possible.

But what were you supposed to do with that weight? Once it was on you? Just be a man? Just suck it up? Maybe you were. Maybe that was the real test. Maybe that is exactly the thing that made you a man: the ability to function with the worst possible secrets in your brain. Which was why so many grown-up men seemed so ridiculous. They never felt that responsibility. They were untested, unproven; they were boys in grown-up clothes.

So that's it. That's the big secret. I tried to kill myself on New Year's eve. Just like Sadie did last night. Only she really did it. I don't know all the detatils, just the basics. She took a bunch of pills. I don't know what they were or where she got them. I'd like to think they were Wonder Drug. Then at least she could have gone thinking she was flying.

People expected certain things of me: assistance, silence, comfort. They had no idea who I was.

You can lead and motivate people without a certificate or title, what you need to do is to tell people a compelling secret that was only known to you.

Some things should never be said. Not out loud in clear, simple words. You talk around them. You leave gaps and blanks. You use other words and talk in curves and arcs for the worst things because you need to keep them like mist. Words are dangerous. Like a spell, if you name the mist, call out all of the words that describe it sharp and clear, you turn it solid, into something that no one should ever hold in their hands. Better that it stays like water, slipping between your fingers.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

Every secret deed lays opened before God.

God is a witness to anything done in secret.

You have shared your secret. I think you will find it to be an unburdening in many other ways. You have very considerable natural advantages. You have nothing to fear from life. A day will come when these recent unhappy years may seem no more than that cloud-stain over there upon Chesil Bank. You shall stand in sunlight__nd smile at your own past sorrows.

And we kissed again. It was a warm, indescribably lovely feeling. But it was more than just physical. It was a dialogue between two young people with high ideals and a Big Plan. It was about belonging, secrets, partnership, commitment.

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

What would you do if you saw something nobody else could see?__he tape gun fell out of Luke__ hand, and hit the tiled hearth. He knelt to pick it up, not looking at her. __ou mean if I were the only witness to a crime, that sort of thing?___o. I mean, if there were other people around, but you were the only one who could see something. As if it were invisible to everyone but you.__e hesitated, still kneeling, the dented tape gun gripped in his hand.__ know it sounds crazy,_ Clary ventured nervously, __ut__e turned around. His eyes, very blue behind the glasses, rested on her with a look of firm affection. __lary, you__e an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don__. It__ your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn__ make you crazy__ust different. There__ nothing wrong with being different.

Things don__ have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

Life's a book filled on pages Just awaiting to be written.Some don't open it for ages,Maybe afraid of being bitten.