Every person lives his real, most interesting life under the cover of secrecy.
Like society, the diary is a world of useless secrets. Everything is there, yet there is nothing.
It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)
The reality often times does not match the rhetoric. The rhetoric is very easy if you keep the reality secret.
He was the Chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee.
The nature of things is in the habit of concealing itself.
Behind every glorious facade there is always hidden something ugly.
Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!
Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.
Each day the worst of our faults, our deficiencies, our crimes, the truth of our lives, is stifled under a triple layer of forgetfulness, death and the ordinary course of justice.
Ideological thinking becomes emancipated from the reality that we perceive with our five senses, and insists on a 'truer' reality concealed behind all perceptible things, dominating them from this place of concealment and requiring a sixth sense that enables us to become aware of it.
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good. (Catelyn)
I like to show subjects inside a sealed veneer. There's a sense that you can't get in.
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
Daniel supposed he had a secret life. Most people did; it was hardly possible to live without one.
Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
The most interesting things are always happening behind one.
When the world is pregnant with lies, a secret long hidden will be revealed.
The subtlest lie of all is the full truth.
Something lurked inside the truth.
What did you see?' he asked then. Nothing,' I told him. 'Because nothing is what you wanted me to see, though the man on the table might disagree.
I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it.
It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.