Best 3188 quotes in «secret quotes» category

Come with me to howling tree?" "What?" "Howling tree. It's a place a found. Come on

Confidence is the best beauty secret.

Conversion is the secret to all great investments

Dans le cercle du pouvoir, il n'y a aucun secret, seulement des types qui font semblant de ne pas savoir.

Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don’t even ask.

Despite her fears she found, The secret to an outstanding life, Is risking the fall, For the possibility of flight.

Desperate for help, living his life now as a hideous dream, he had told nobody.

Discovering God is the key to discovering purpose

Divine angel, who betrothed us Secretly on winter morn, From our sadness-free existence Does not take his darkened eyes. For this reason we love sky, And fresh wind, and air so thin, And the dark tree branches Behind fence of iron. For this reason we love the strict, Many-watered, and dark city, And we love the parting, And brief meetings' hour.

Do good even if no one is watching you and do it as if everyone is watching you.

Don't hide in the dark to whisper the truth undertone secretly. It's a good way to market your timidity. Be bold.

Don't mention your move before you make a move.

Don’t wait for perfect conditions because life has no perfect conditions. The secret to success lies in your ability to do more with less.

Every book contains a secret – even the writer doesn't always know what it is.

Dealing with one who feels smarter than you, let him assume that you ain't smarter than him.

Do you remember the story I told you about the paper of happiness? And the secret, which was one word written over and over again? … I have thought a long time about what that word could have been,” Ba said. “Was it wisdom or honor? Love or truth? For a long time I liked to think that the word was kindness.” Ma’s face remained hidden in Minli’s bed, but her sobs had stopped and Ba knew she was listening. “But now,” Ba said, “I think, perhaps, the word was faith.

Do you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret. “ I would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets, “ Simon said, then looked anxious. “ Wait a second. Do you think that„s likely to be required?

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

Even without being believed, magic can change things. It moves invisibly through the air, dissolving the usual ways of seeing, allowing new ways to creep in, secretly, quietly, like a stray cat sliding thought the bushes.

Every man should believe in something. If not.. he would doubt everything, even himself.

Every marriage, every family, has its mysteries.

Everyone here seems to have some weird secret or other.

Everything is complicated if no one explains it to you.

Every woman should feel like a princess on her wedding day; it’s practically a law.

Feeling of hatred unto your enemy, drains your energy as enemy wanted.

Find a secret place and be unreachable! And then, in the silence of solitude, the things you cannot reach in the crowds will meet you there!

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

God will open His truths and His secret to us so that we can have success

Happy! who can answer for that? Happiness or unhappiness is the secret known but to oneself…

Heart can keep a secret, but face is not a good secret keeper! So what heart knows, face will expose it!

For the next couple of weeks she held Peter like a secret in her heart, lying right under her necklace. I could see him written on her face, and Tik Tok, too, seemed to catch shadows of him, because he'd stop to stare at her, puzzled, as if he'd just seen the boy flit across her eyes-seen the ghost of the kiss lingering for a second on the skin of her neck before disappearing.

Freud is all nonsense; the secret of neurosis is to be found in the family battle of wills to see who can refuse the longest to help with the dishes.

Give me one more night to taste the dark When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle’s death Just breathe to free your one last breath

God always rewards openly what was done in the secret.

God may work in a Mystery, but luckily for us, he's incapable of keeping a secret.

God rewards a person not for the deeds he does openly, but according to the thoughts and actions he has in secret.

God’s secrets are always revealed to us, the children of God

Have clean hands in whatever you do. Integrity is doing the right thing when people are watching you and still making it right when they keep their eyes off.

Helping others is the secret sauce to a happy life.

He'd failed them, the swimming goldfish of his life's tiny existence whom he held so dear in his heart; he'd turned his muses into mistakes and no one knew the difference but him.

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

Her biggest secret was standing right there before her. She just hoped he wasn’t also her biggest mistake.

He sank back into his black-and-white world, his immobile world of inanimate drawings that had been granted the secret of motion, his death-world with its hidden gift of life. But that life was a deeply ambiguous life, a conjurer's trick, a crafty illusion based on an accidental property of the retina, which retained an image for a fraction of a second after the image was no longer present. On this frail fact was erected the entire structure of the cinema, that colossal confidence game. The animated cartoon was a far more honest expression of the cinematic illusion than the so-called realistic film, because the cartoon reveled in its own illusory nature, exulted in the impossible--indeed it claimed the impossible as its own, exalted it as its own highest end, found in impossibility, in the negation of the actual, its profoundest reason for being. The animated cartoon was nothing but the poetry of the impossible--therein lay its exhilaration and its secret melancholy. For this willful violation of the actual, while it was an intoxicating release from the constriction of things, was at the same time nothing but a delusion, an attempt to outwit mortality. As such it was doomed to failure. And yet it was desperately important to smash through the constriction of the actual, to unhinge the universe and let the impossible stream in, because otherwise--well, otherwise the world was nothing but an editorial cartoon.

His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

How convenient it is to declare that everything is totally ugly within the habit of the époque, rather than applying oneself to extract from it the dark and cryptic beauty, however faint and invisible it is.

How do you know that you're a person, distinct from other people? By keeping certain things to yourself. You guard them inside you, because, if you don't, there's no distinction between inside and outside. Secrets are the way you know you even have an inside. A radical exhibitionist is a person who has forfeited his identity. But identity in a vacuum is also meaningless. Sooner or later, the inside of you needs a witness. Otherwise you're just a cow, a cat, a stone, a thing in the world, trapped in your thingness. To have an identity, you have to believe that other identities equally exist. You need closeness with other people. And how is closeness built? By sharing secrets.

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters.

How spacious are these squares, How resonant bridges and stark! Heavy, peaceful, and starless Is the covering of the dark. And we walk on the fresh snow As if we were mortal people. That we are together this hour Unseparable -- is it not a miracle? The knees go unwittingly weaker It seems there's no air -- so long! You are my life's only blessing, You are the sun of my song. Now the dark buildings are stirring And I'll fall on earth as they shake -- Inside of my village garden I do not fear to awake. Escape "My dear, if we could only Reach all the way to the seas" "Be quiet" and descended the stairs Losing breath and looking for keys. Past the buildings, where sometime We danced and had fun and drank wine Past the white columns of Senate Where it's dark, dark again. "What are you doing, you madman!" "No, I am only in love with thee! This evening is wide and noisy, Ship will have lots of fun at the sea!" Horror tightly clutches the throat, Shuttle took us at dusk on our turn. The tough smell of ocean tightrope Inside trembling nostrils did burn. "Say, you most probably know: I don't sleep? Thus in sleep it can be" Only oars splashed in measured manner Over Nieva's waves heavy. And the black sky began to get lighter, Someone called from the bridge to us, As with both hands I was clutching On my chest the rim of the cross. On your arms, as I lost all my power, Like a little girl you carried me, That on deck of a yacht alabaster Incorruptible day's light we'd meet.

I am finding myself: it's deadly because only death concludes me. But I bear it until the end. I'll tell you a secret: life is deadly. I'll have to interrupt everything to tell you this: death is the impossible and intangible. Death is just future to such an extent that there are those who cannot bear it and commit suicide. It's as life said the following: and there simply was no following.

I am stupid, am I not? What more can I want? If you ask them who is brave--who is true--who is just--who is it they would trust with their lives?--they would say, Tuan Jim. And yet they can never know the real, real truth....