Best 167 quotes in «hidden quotes» category

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.

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.

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.

No one can touch us. We are unbelievable.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Pride cannot be hidden just like humility cannot be faked.

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

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

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.

(...) (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 (...)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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 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!

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.

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 gods were on the point of giving up when Brahma said, 'I know where we will hide man's divinity, we will hide it inside him. he will search the whole world but never look inside and find what is already within.

The hostility and venomous response the topic of sexual trauma and rape in the military brings up, especially with men from my Era, is revealing. This opposition speaks to their guilt and toward the truth that stays hidden.

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.

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

The most precious things are always invisible; they are always kept hidden.

There are thousands of codes in the Torah which are decoded by the Talmud.

The only place Aletta and I could be together unseen was just under the rafters in the church tower, a circumstance that propelled us into an earlier intimacy than what we would have known had we been permitted to walk together Sunday afternoons under the wide sky.

There is an old Russian saying. 'A serpent changes his skin, not his fangs.

The only way to overcome the fallacious beliefs of our mind is to analyse the truth ourselves. Treat the world—including yourself—as a book and learn all lessons from it. If you spend a little time everyday analysing the reasons why something has gone right or wrong, not with a view to justify it but only for knowing the truth and the hidden laws of the world, you would start dropping your false hood one by one and become wiser.

The truth is going to be told, the scenario going to be revealed! What's has been hidden it's going to go in the top and to stay there forever, the change is going to come soon - put your boots.

The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She'd been down in the city of bones where skulls and femurs rose in yellowing walls. Right down there, win the square before them. through a dinky little entrance, were the Roman ruins like honeycomb. The trains went under the river. There were tunnels people had forgotten about. It was a wonder Paris stood up at all. The bit you saw was only half of it. Her skin burned, thinking of it. The Hunchback knew. Up here in the tower of Notre Dame he saw how it was. Now and then, with the bells rattling his bones, he saw it like God saw it -- inside, outside, above and under -- just for a moment. The rest of the time he went back to hurting and waiting like Scully out there crying in the wind.

To be part of the Cabinet, I'd had to keep my true self apart. and there's only so much of yourself you can hide, Linh, before you start to fall apart.

To see the hidden, you hide yourself too!

Troubleshooting the sickened human body was the most difficult task that I was ever given.