#hid

Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all. ↗

— Sophocles

#hears #hide #nothing #sees #time

When I'm out with a group I hide in the corner and get legless. I just make sure my friends shield me. ↗

— Samantha Mumba

#friends #get #group #hide #i

With this silent film, I wanted to hide what was going on in the clinic. I wanted to cover it up in the best cinematic way and in an entertaining manner. ↗

— Pedro Almodovar

#cinematic #clinic #cover #entertaining #film

You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you've climbed a mountain. ↗

— Tom Hiddleston

#goals #life #mountain #path #perseverance

I do recall hearing a conversation in our home in Strausberg, between my mother and my father, where my mother sounded very angry that my cousin had let the Rödels down by having to be dragged out of Oma’s house, crying for his mother and shouting that he did not want to return to the war in Russia. Like a great many other soldiers throughout that period, he died in Russia on 5 May, 1944. He was just twenty years of age, and is buried somewhere in that country. ↗

— Alfred Nestor

#alfred-nestor #author-alfred-nestor #hitler #hitler-s-germany #nazi-party

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#hiding #thomas #anger

I took to the Kingswood the midsummer after the Dame died. I did not swear a vow, but I kept to myself just as strictly, living like a beast in the forest from one midsummer to the next, without fire or iron or the taste of meat. I lived as prey, and I learned from the dogs how to run, from the hare how to hide in the bracken, and from the deer how to go hungry. In sorrow and pride I exiled myself to Kingswood. I shunned fire for I feared the kingsmen would hunt me down, and so by the way of cold and hunger I came near to refusing life itself. I never thought to anger or please a god by it. ↗

— Sarah Micklem

#gods #hiding #hunger #running-away #survival

For anyone who wants to write, and hopes some day to publish what he or she has written, it is far more important to write than it is to study about writing. ↗

— Edith Schaeffer

#hiddden-art #writing #art

The trees around and overhead were so thick that it was always dry inside and on Sunday morning I lay there with Jonas, listening to his stories. All cat stories start with the statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this," and I lay with my head close to Jonas and listened. There was no change coming, I thought here, only spring; I was wrong to be so frightened. The days would get warmer, and Uncle Julian would sit in the sun, and Constance would laugh when she worked in the garden, and it would always be the same. Jonas went on and on ("And then we sang! And then we sang!") and the leaves moved overhead and it would always be the same. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#hiding #security #trees #change

You'd be surprised what poison is often hidden in the most beautiful camouflage. ↗

— Evelyn Klebert

#camouflage #hidden #poison #surprised #beauty