Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back. . . Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds. . .
Deliberate long before thou consecrate a friend, and when thy impartial justice concludes him worthy of thy bosom, receive him joyfully, and entertain him wisely; impart thy secrets boldly, and mingle thy thoughts with his: he is thy very self; and use him so; if thou firmly think him faithful, thou makest him so.
Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.
A person may be very secretive and yet have no secrets.
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
Chankaya is referring there to the probibition of entry of the untrustworthy in the counsel-room. Disloyal persons foolishly speak out the secrets of the counsel not knowing the harmful effects of the same. Disclosing the secrets of the counsel mars the welfare of the country.
I have been called arrogant myself in my time, and hope to earn the title again, but to claim that I am privy to the secrets of the universe and its creator - that's beyond my conceit.
We are often jealous of our little secrets, though to another ear they generally convey neither profit nor entertainment.
Secrets are made to be found out with time.
I want to keep my own guard, I want to keep my secrets, I want to keep my private life for me.
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
It may affront the military-minded person to suggest a regime that does not maintain any military secrets.
. . . Each secret you carry has a weight all its own. They add up, secrets, to a burden you must carry all your days.
All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.
Acting is a matter of giving away secrets.
We don't want to keep secrets anymore.
A talkative person runs himself upon great inconvenience by blabbing out his own and others' secrets.
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nevertheless, calmly licking its chops
I was to be buried inside my own creation, the better to keep its secrets. I will not tell you more, for your sake. But if you ask, I will answer.
