Magic Johnson Quotes

Concealing an illness is like keeping a beach ball under water.

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.

Of course, a secret is no good if it doesn't need to be a secret.

Secrecy involves a tension which, at the moment of revelation, finds its release.

I guess secrets are part of the fabric of everybody's lives. I mean everybody's lives, and guilt is part of the fabric of everybody's lives.

I think, I would guess most people keep secrets.

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets.

The public never ought to have become aware of this matter.

Keeping secrets is hard.

We all know about secrets - to have that pressure of something you can't reveal. That's universal: 'Am I safe? Am I gonna be OK? Will my family still love and respect me?'

The idea that the more you hide something, the more it becomes something that's supposed to feel shameful is very true.

Listen up. Let me tell you something. A man ain’t a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can’t chop down because they’re inside.

What you try to bury just ends up burying you.

Guilt is a rope that wears thin.

Well everybody's got a secret, son, something that they just can't face. Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it, they carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose, cut it loose or let it drag 'em down Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town.

My life is nothing but pressure. All pressure. This pressure is like a heaviness. It's always on top of me, this heaviness. It's always there since I'm a kid. Other people wake up in the morning, 'A new day! Ah, up and at 'em!' I wake up, the heaviness is waiting for me nice. Sometimes I even talk to it. I say [adopts cheerful voice] 'Hi, heaviness!' and the heaviness looks back at me, [in an ominous growl] 'Today you're gonna get it good. You'll be drinking early today.'

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.

It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

Secrets of the heart. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

It’s a simple truth that a secret is something you’re ashamed of.

I think it's the things we don't talk about that make us old before out time.

I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me

...hoarders of guilty secrets are inevitably consumed with appearances.