Best 167 quotes in «hidden quotes» category

Your uniqueness is the master key that unlocks the hidden treasures of your lifetime.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling

A hopeful life is a successful life. People who bury their hopes and crave for someone’s success never know that their diamond is hidden as they envy other’s silver!

A leader helps the brilliance of others shine and never allows them to be hidden in his or her shadow.

Artists are not in delusion, they only recreate the hidden side

A man`s success is hidden in the place of his labor.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself. But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

Anyone who learns the true and hidden nature of the world will be terrified, Oddie, but there's a safe harbor past the terror.

A silent velvet footstep filled me, unwelcome yet so needed. You finally found my hidden shore with grains of time and ocean of the most secret secrets, violet and red; left a trail of deep blue footsteps on my glowing beach of soul, and no matter how many times tides wash the golden sand anew, your prints can never be erased. Each one a shining star in my quiet Universe...

Bad emotions can be hidden with a smile on the face

Because alters often do not reveal themselves early in therapy, and it may take several years for a therapist to observe most of the alters...

Because of the value placed on individual materialistic success in our society, we are surrounded by people primarily interested in getting something from others. Their attitudes are characterised by selfishness and a lack of empathy for others.

As watercourse is replaced by watercourse, So no river allows itself to be concealed. It breaks the channel in which it was hidden.

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

Artists so far have a furnace like pain,hidden in their inner core and exploding them in a sudden tempo of Time.

But there was no fear on Caldera's face or in the way she moved, and the Dark mages stood still, letting her pass. Predators are drawn to weakness, and Caldera wasn't showing any,

- (...) But I don't think I'd make a very good Light mage. - Why? Because I used to be a Dark mage and half the Council hate me for it. Because the Council left me to die when I needed them the most and I hate them for it. Because I think the Council are treacherous weasels. And because I don't think I've got any right to call myself a servant of the light, even if most of the Council don't deserve that title either . . .

Christ is Love; Love is everything; therefore, Christ is everything! Whatever is hidden from you is in Christ for you!

Even the most artistic of imaginings can sometimes seem callow in the face of truth. That which appears may not be and that which lies hidden may just be the stark, naked face of reality.

Every beautiful facade seemed to conceal rot and ruin that I could almost see.

(...) Being a Dark mage comes with a certain automatic intimidation factor - you don't get far in Dark society without being ruthless, and even the ones who haven't reached their current position over a pile of bodies are not to be messed with - but still, most of them practice a certain minimum level of subtlety. Fear is useful, but sometimes you just want to blend in.

By the external appearance of your knowledge, you have attained (high) ranks and reverence with the people! So seek with Allah higher ranks and closeness by virtue of your hidden good deeds. And know that these two ranks, one cancels out the other.

(...) Dark society, on the other hand, isn't really a society at all. Among Dark mages, security and relationships are all handled on an individual level: if you have a problem then by default it's up to you to do something about it. While there's a loose code of conduct, the only way rules are imposed is if the one in charge is powerful enough to enforce his will on a collection of Dark mages (rare) or if the Dark mages in question are willing so submit to him (even rarer). Secrecy and paranoia are also so much bigger deals in the Dark world - Light mages aren't exactly trusting, but Dark mages take it to the extreme. I wasn't the only mage here wearing a mask, and it was a safe bet that I wasn't the only one pretending to be someone I wasn't either. The really paranoid mages wouldn't physically be here at all: they'd be miles away, utilizing projections or simulacra (...)

Different moves make different sounds - the steady tread of someone walking, the scrape of shifting feet, the patter of someone in a hurry - and with practice you can learn to filter them, picking out the ones that don't fit in. It's nothing to do with magic, just simple awareness, a primal skill that anyone can learn but which most people in the modern age have forgotten. But anyone who lives as a predator or a prey learns it fast.

Don't be in temper, to leave so quickly, that I may be dying. But all too soon, the leaves and debris will gather elsewhere.

Don’t wait for anyone to push you up, push yourself up; don’t wait for anyone to pull you up, pull yourself up! Your best hero, your greatest savior is yourself! The candle of your darkness is hidden within you!

Do you know what it’s like, to hide in the shadows until your soul starts to blend into the darkness?

- Do you know what your problem is? - You're going to lecture me on my problems? Really? - Lack of empathy - I thought. You can read people's thoughts, but you don't recognize them as belonging to real people. You don't pay attention to their motivations or what they care about; you just use brute force to make them what you want.

Each tear being shed holds a thousand pounds of truth.

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

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

Even if there are moments during the day when all seems normal and when every action of your own and of those around you seems to be unremarkable, the appearance of ordinariness is an illusion, and just below the placid surface, the world is seething.

Finally, the nima returns to our plane. "Wrong cannot be hidden. An outside spirit is insulted because Deh-ja made a mistake in one of her ancestor offerings.

Everything we need is hidden in God.

Happiness lives in every corner of your home and if you are homeless, it lives under the leaves of trees, hiding beneath the sky's cloudiness. All you need to do is to find it with patience.

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.

He swore to kill her. She could still see his face when he said it. He was nineteen then. He'd be thirty-nine when released. That was still years away, if there was no early parole. She didn't understand why this had started now, only three years after she was hidden from everyone.

Hidden wisdom is not wisdom! Because wisdom should shine in a way everyone can see!

Humility is never about being small, unseen and unnoticed. Humility is really about expressing all the wonder you are in a way that all people see is the awesomeness and greatness of GOD.

I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.

I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was looking right inside her to where her memories were. She smiled, and I wondered if she knew what I'd seen or if she could see the pictures I kept hidden inside myself.

I don't care if you have to scream--just scream anonymously

(...) I'd thought of intelligence as an academic thing, not something you used in the real world. Richard showed me differently. Seeing patterns and predicting them, analyzing people's behavior, looking multiple steps ahead . . . always thinking, always planing, never standing still (...) but the biggest thing I learnt from Richard was that the mind can be a more powerful weapon than any spell (...)

Everyone has a kind of limitation respectively. Leaders don’t allow their own to obscure them in a small corner.

For every guy who loves being a dad, there’s another who realizes too late that he’s created something his wife loves more than him.

For some reason, I believed that I had above all else an obligation to protect everyone-- my teachers, my family-- from the knowledge of my cutting. What they did not know would not cause them pain.

For some soldiers, there is a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.

General..behold the future of weaponry." "What the hell I am seeing here, Colonel?" "It's..technologart of ancient weaponry, Sir!" "It's..what?

Grace of the Gnani’ [the enlightened one] will take you to moksha [ultimate liberation] and ‘Grace of God’ will give you worldly happiness. God will not take you to moksha, because God cannot be realized without a ‘Gnani’ [the enlightened one], can he? He remains hidden.

He danced across my heart like a pirate, Constantly discovering my secrets, Turning over every hidden treasure, Drowning me in his fantasy.