We have no secrets from each other, though sometimes I wish some things were more hidden. What’s more transparent than invisible?
This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to be sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.
There are some secrets so toxic you can’t share. Especially if you love who it is you’d have to share with.
Isn’t that the way God works? She’d thought. He takes the things in our lives that are ugly, disgusting, and downright wicked, and transforms them into something magnificent.
It would still be a long way until she was completely free, but the door had been cracked open and a smidgen of hope broke through the darkness.
People who expect too much are always disappointed. You would do well to remember that, my boy.
There's nothing quite like the pleasure you get from plants and flower," he said to himself. "They certainly do cheer you up.
MacMillian pinched the bridge of his nose. Conspiracy theories, secret societies... what the hell had he gotten himself into? What was next? Vampires? Werewolves?
The secret of success in battle lies often not so much in the use of one's own strength but in the exploitation of the other side's weaknesses.
His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.
In a school community, someone who reads a book for some secretive purpose, other than discussing it, is strange. What was she reading for?
The secret of true prosperity is finding our security through our connection with the divine, with the spiritual world.
It’s easier to hide your smoking habit on a foggy day. Let that be a lesson for you and your secret lover.
Science of happiness lies in our understanding. The secrets of happiness lie in our capacity to expand our heart.
Our secrets, odd or not, are the pins that keep our inner life in place: the inform our psyche with meaning.
My dog was with me all the time. I talked to my dog. She was my best buddy. I shared all my secrets with her, but I don't think I every really tried jokes out with the dog.
I'm not of the American ilk that, you know, your lover needs to be your best friend and know you inside out. I think he should know you well enough to please you. Otherwise, what secret will there be to tell him when you're ninety?
In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation - from fear, shame, guilt and judgement - was finally possible.
Conceal your dispositions, and your condition will remain secret, which leads to victory; show your dispositions, and your condition will become patent, which leads to defeat.
My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's.
Without a clear picture of where the military's covert forces are operating and what they are doing, Americans may not even recognize the consequences of and blowback from our expanding secret wars as they wash over the world.
