Ray Bradbury Quotes

I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.

Secrets are like pregnancies hereabouts. You can hide them for a while but then they will start screaming.

Whatever you love opens its secrets to you.

Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.

Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.

There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

Illness strikes men when they are exposed to change.

To have all your life's work and to have them along the wall, it's like walking in with no clothes on. It's terrible.

The truth won't stay hidden and will come out.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

I put down the camera long ago, you know? I was here in London, aged 19, and I was obsessed with my camera, shooting everything I could. Then someone stole it. It helped me to see things for the first time.

I died on that mountain, too. I left a part of myself up there.

I have no shame - all my secrets are out there.

'For Those Who Can Tell No Tales' is a story of memory and the energy of places that remain full of drama, pain, and denial.

It was not a house where secrets could be kept easily.

In love abides all knowledge. It is mankind's love and interest in things that in time reveals their secret.

There are no safe rooms, no safe truths, no safe secrets to tell.

I am on the edge of mysteries and the veil is getting thinner and thinner.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Sitting there that day, I knew that the only thing I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping none of the secrets on my shoulders would make me lose my balance.

Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.

Since nothing is so secret or hidden that it cannot be revealed, everything depends on the discovery of those things that manifest the hidden.

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.

Every secret gets known to the world.