Wilson Mizner Quotes

The principal event of my childhood was that no adult in my family would tell me who my father was.

I think secrets often come out. I spoke to a friend who is a therapist and I asked her if there were people who came to her and admitted to doing horrible things and she said, 'More than you know.'

I've been hiding crucial events in my life since I was 13.

When you get to know someone, you find there's something nasty in their woodshed.

Lots of hurtful secrets are better off kept. The problem is that people find it so hard to keep them.

That place that no one knows about - horrifying things we keep secret. A lot of that is released through acting.

You don't know that you'll ever have to talk about the skeleton in your closet.

I cringe at backstory. Because it never quite explains or gets into some psychological thing that is never quite right and never quite the truth and who knows why someone is some way.

We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away.

Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.

I don't have any skeletons in my closet.

I found out when I was 18 that Dad had left my mother and the family before he realised he was ill and then died. When I asked Mum about it, she just sort of shrugged it off and said she'd thought I knew about it all along. Of course I hadn't, though I'm sure she must have been desperately unhappy at the time.

My friend, there is no end when it comes to 'Trapped In The Closet.'

We are only as emotionally strong as our deepest/biggest secret!

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.

Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion.

People can perfect whatever facade they want, but everyone holds their sins close to their skin.

In families there are frequently matters of which no one speaks, nor even alludes. There are no words for these matters. As the binding skeleton beneath the flesh is never acknowledged by us and, when at last it defines itself, is after all an obscenity.

All has not been said and never will be.

You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know.

When the world is pregnant with lies, a secret long hidden will be revealed.

It was a shut door, and shut doors meant things kept to yourself. There were reasons you kept things to yourself, and they usually weren’t good, happy, open-air sort of reasons. Still, I didn’t want to see behind that door. You think you want to know everything there is to know about everything there is to know. But you don’t. Not really. I had pried the lid off of the dark places of another person before, I had seen inside. Down deep. You don’t want to look at what’s rotting there.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

I did attempt to find out if there were any secret government documents that revealed things. If there were, they were concealed from me too. And if there were, well I wouldn't be the first American president that underlings have lied to, or that career bureaucrats have waited out. But there may be some career person sitting around somewhere, hiding these dark secrets, even from elected presidents. But if so, they successfully eluded me...and I'm almost embarrassed to tell you I did (chuckling) try to find out.