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It sucks when depression is hidden behind the corners.

It used to be that young and inexperienced mages were the favorite prey of non-human magical predators. Nowadays that particular spot on the food chain has been taken over by human magical predators, and being the same species doesn't make them any less cruel. Some mages like taking slaves; Dark mages in particular. The more able and powerful the slave, the more prestige they bring, and young and attractive ones are favored (...) Some mages target others for Harvesting, turning their victims into fuel sources. And then there are other reasons, running the gamut from the brutal and logical to the totally incomprehensible. In the end, all the reasons come down to the same thing: because they want to, and because they can.

I used to pray you know, pray to God that He would somehow stop it. All the nights of listening to my mother scream and things breaking. Of holding my brother and sister and listening to them cry and begging me to stop it.' My voice is slow and steady like a freight train at night. 'I was too young, and we were always told that they'd put us in foster homes where people would rape us if we ever said anything. So we explained away the bruises and my mom wore big sunglasses whenever she left the house. And we invented car accidents if the bruising was too bad to cover with make-up.

I want to go inside the book of your life. Find what's hidden in the pages. Read between the lines. Then hold the book close to my heart.

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead. And buried.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours. Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

(...) I was still pissed off, and I knew why (...) It was so black and white, their world. Either you were a sheep or you were a wolf. You didn't use violence or you were a thug. Nothing in between. Well, screw them both (...)

Lying well takes practice. An amateur can pull off a lie as long as no one's looking for it, but soon as they get cross-questioned they go to pieces. A professional, on the other hand, can manage interrogation just fine - they submerge in the lie so well that they actually believe it themselves. There are subtle signs which you can look for, but a good liar never make it obvious.

Love makes you crawl out from its hidden place...

No, I'm serious," Frankie insisted, fed up with being silenced. "Why didn't you just make me a normie?" Viktor sighed. "Because that's not who we are. We're special. And I'm very proud that. You should be, too." "Proud?" Frankie spat out the word as if it had been soaked in nail polish remover. "How can I be proud when everyone is telling me to hide?" "I'm telling you to hide so you'll be safe. But you can still feel proud of who you are," he explained, like it really was that simple. "Pride has to come from within you and stay with you, no matter what people say." Huh? Frankie crossed her arms and looked away.

Many realities hidden behind wall of perception.

Maybe it's better this way-that we keep our darknesses close, hidden in our minds, protected by our hearts.

Mohammad never assigned himself a status more than a common man and a messenger of God. People had faith in him when he was surrounded by poverty and adversity and trusted him while he was the ruler of a great Empire. He was a man of spotless character who always had confidence in himself and in God's help. No aspect of his life remained hidden nor was his death a mysterious event.

My own studies on the natural history of DID indicate only 20% of DID patients have an overt DID adaption on a chronic basis, and 14% of them deliberately disguise their manifestations of DID. Only 6% make their DID obvious on an ongoing basis. Eighty percent have windows of diagnosability when stressed or triggered by some significant event, interaction, situation or date. Therefore, 94% of DID patients show only mild or suggestive evidence of their conditions most of the time. Yet DID patients often will acknowledge that their personality systems are actively switching and/or far more active than it would appear on the surface (Loewenstein et al., 1987). R.P. Kluft (2009) A clinician's understanding of dissociation. pp 599-623.

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

Masks camouflage the faces of both good and evil. Keeps hidden what is a truth and what is a lie.

No one can touch us. We are unbelievable.

Nothing in this world is ‘by chance’. There are “covered causes” (hidden) within. ‘By chance’ is also the result of an effort.

Obscurity makes success undefined because success is crowned by sharing what you have with people who need it; you can't share if you keep hiding!

On building homes for fallen angels: When I was small - I sought a home, a place to go and rest my bones. Then founded something, of my own, I lived among the restless stones. If seeking leads you back to evil, what good is that, I asked a weevil. He said a home is what you make, it can't be real, if it is fake... And if you wait instead of seek, will you find love, or something bleak? I know (myself) for I have found, a beauty, hidden – in a sound. Waiting is boring. And so is exploring. A smile is sometimes all it takes. And then your whole world simply breaks.

People are seen through the stained glass window of our imagination. ( "The hidden sides of his character" )

Peeling one layer after another and never once getting close enough to the truth. A dive into the deeper and darker and hidden corner of his world. Searching for some kind of light; for his guidance goodwill and affection.

On top of the abuse and neglect, denial heaps more hurt upon the child by requiring the child to alienate herself from reality and her own experience. In troubled families, abuse and neglect are permitted; it's the talking about them that is forbidden.

Peculiar I say, how so often the smallest, most seemingly insignificant details later unveil their faces as vital means for progression.

People Are like Icebergs, You only really see the tip of them.

People go their whole lives wanting to be admired for their hidden qualities.

Pride cannot be hidden just like humility cannot be faked.

Potency is defined as a hidden opportunity, ability, strength, being able to display itself in certain conditions

Sagash told me once that in the end you don't feel anything at all (...) You can still see what you're doing to someone's body; you just . . . don't care. I've wondered how many more it'll take. Before I become like him.

Russian Dolls: How we hide those parts of ourselves, the ones that we can conceal, is by constructing an elaborate emotional infrastructure not unlike nested Russian dolls. True healing requires going through all the hidden layers.

Secrets are truths that show what we’ve been through—what we’ve survived.

Secrets are curious things. They are flimsy and easily broken. For this reason, they prefer to remain hidden.

Seeing the obvious is often harder than seeing the hidden!

Seeing the truth was never easy, especially when it revealed those closest to us could be monsters hidden in plain sight.

Smoke and mirrors’ is a useful metaphor for the ways in which organised abuse has chided conceptualisation and understanding. The chapter provides an overview of cite often incendiary debates over organised abuse before going on to suggest that critical theories on gender, crime and intersubjectivity may offer new insights into the phenomenon.

she would follow her father over the horizon and down the other side, where the world lay hidden.

(...) (She) spent a lot of her time as a kid having to take care of everyone else (...) She's always been good at noticing things - she'd see when people needed help, and when her magic developed it was the same thing but stronger (...) But here's the thing - (she) doesn't actually want to do that all the time (...) she likes helping people (...) but she doesn't want to be nurturing and mothering every single person she meets for the rest of her life (...) Doesn't matter how many you treat, there's always another one. And you know what really gets annoying? Half the time they're not even all that grateful. The better you do your job, the more you fix people's problems, the more they take it for granted (...) Do you know what it feels like to always take care of everyone and get treated like crap? It gets to you (...)

Stand up for your conscience. Use light to reveal what is concealed in the darkness. Use truth to fight the lies, and the heart to fight the mind.

Some people have a hidden richness waiting to be discovered. They don’t advertise it, but it’s there for those willing to scratch beneath the surface.

Sometimes more is hidden behind a truth than a pack of lies.

(...) So she shut me away (...) In here. Where she can forget about me and all the ugly little secrets that don't belong in her perfect world. But she can't get rid of me - I'm part of her and she still needs me. When things get really dangerous she'll bring me out, long enough to keep her alive. She just won't admit it.

The aspects of things that are most important for us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity. -Ludwig Wittgenstein

Stop. J'en suis sorti. Des souvenirs. Du passé. Mais tôt ou tard les choses que tu as laissé derrière toi te rattrapent. Et les choses les plus simples, quand tu es amoureux, te semblent les plus belles. Parce que leur simplicité n'a pas d'égal. Et j'ai envie de crier. Dans ce silence qui fait mal. Stop. Laisse tomber. Reprends-toi. Voilà. Fermé. A double tour. Au fond du cœur, bien au fond. Dans ce jardin. Quelques fleurs, un peu d'ombre et puis la douleur. Mets-les là, cache les bien surtout, là où personne ne peut les voir. Là où toi tu ne peux pas les voir.

That’s why we must continue to support godly men and women who have dedicated their lives to Christian principles and to continuing those ideas in our offspring. Professors’ worldviews influence whatever they teach, from humanities to basic sciences, and what they think about God cannot be hidden from their students.

The eye of danger and the face of fear are what really pull off a person's mask.

The fate of everything we see is hidden in time; only when the time moves, we shall see what fate the things we see have!

The best of knowledge and righteous acts are those hidden to the people.

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface. The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water. Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life. The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to breach the surface and sink.

The gifts of God that are hidden within us are designed not only for our own needs but also for the needs of others.

The kingdom is nearby, adjacent to our own reality, present, yet veiled in the boundaries we avoid, and in the margins we protect ourselves from. So there is no riddle. The eschatological reality is here, yet we feel the urge to evade it, and the lure to ignore it.