#secrets

The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses. They are allowed access to our most private moments. They are there when we think we are alone. Think of what they could tell us. They sit on the laps of presidents. They see acts of love and violence, quarrels and feuds, and the secret play of children. If they could tell us everything they have seen, all of the gaps of our lives would stitch themselves together. ↗

— Carolyn Parkhurst

#dogs #secrets #love

That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#flying #secrets #strangers #love

There can be, if I forebode aright, no power, short of the Divine mercy, to disclose, whether by uttered words, or by type or emblem, the secrets that may be buried with a human heart. The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them, until the day when all hidden things shall be revealed. Nor have I so read or interpreted the Holy Writ, as to understand that the disclosure of human thoughts and deeds, then to be made, is intended as part of the retribution. That, surely, were a shallow view of it. No; these revelations, unless I greatly error, are meant merely to promote the intellectual satisfaction of all intelligent beings, who will stand waiting, on that day, to see the dark problem of this life made plain. A knowledge of men's hearts will be needful to the completest solution of that problem. And I conceive, moreover, that the hearts holding such secrets as you speak of will yield them up, at that last day, not with reluctance, but with a joy unutterable. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#judgement-day #regret #secret #secrets #truth

...our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives... ↗

— John Geddes

#motives #secrets #motivational

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#secrets #sharing-secrets #loyalty

Now writing is just working your way toward the border that the innermost secret draws around itself, and to cross that line would mean self-destruction. But writing is also an attempt to respect the borderline only for the truly innermost secret, and bit by bit to free the taboos around that core, difficult to admit as they are, from their prison of unspeakability. Not self-destruction but self-redemption. Not being afraid of unavoidable suffering. ↗

— Christa Wolf

#writing #respect

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out. ↗

— Ally Carter

#secret

With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not. ↗

— Sara Gruen

#truth #secret

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

— Jodi Picoult

#honesty #secrets #honesty

Horror is like a serpent; always shedding its skin, always changing. And it will always come back. It can't be hidden away like the guilty secrets we try to keep in our subconscious. ↗

— Dario Argento

#away #back #changing #come #guilty