#secret

Every president thinks that all information that comes to the White House is their private preserve after they all promise an open administration on the campaign trail, but some are more secretive than others. Some want to lock down everything. ↗

— Helen Thomas

#after #campaign #comes #down #every

There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won t. ↗

— William Trogdon

#adventurers #find #go #hoping #kinds

I tried to keep it secret, but the story got into the newspapers. It was more difficult for my family, who couldn't understand why the media wouldn't leave me in peace. ↗

— Grete Waitz

#family #got #i #i tried #into

Also for me it was different because I play a lot of villains and in this one I play a dad and I play a good guy, basically. He's the Secretary of the Treasury. I never had a job like that. ↗

— Christopher Walken

#basically #because #dad #different #good

And then heard Detective Ryan’s pleased voice talking about Eli, about killers who’ve gone free: “They have to tell,” he’d said Well, apparently so. But why? What is it that comes from the telling? Some of it must be relief, of course. A secret weighs on us, a terrible secret weighs with a terrible weight. It seems as we need someone to know us as we are—with all we have done—and forgive us. We need to tell. We need to be whole in someone’s sight: Know this about me, and yet love me. Please ↗

— Sue Miller

#forgiveness

Alison's grandfather told her,'To err is human, to forgive divine ↗

— Diane Griffith

#famly-secrets #friendships #fun-filled #love #poignant

Of all things, guard against neglecting God in the secret place of prayer. ↗

— William Wilberforce

#all things #god #guard #neglecting #place

It’s easier to hide your smoking habit on a foggy day. Let that be a lesson for you and your secret lover.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cheating #foggy #funny #hide #hiding

If you tell anyone what I just told you, I’ll call the Mob. I know some of them, you know.” “Bullshit.” I shrugged. “Believe what you want.” Finch eyed me suspiciously, and then smiled. “You are officially the coolest person I know.” “That’s sad, Finch. You should get out more,” I said, stopping at the cafeteria entrance. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#funny #secrets #beauty

The cemetery watchman left the room and returned with a tray holding three small skulls and a large one. I could feel the short hairs on the back of my neck standing up of their own accord. None of them were real though; they were wood or celluloid imitations. They all had flaps that opened at the top; one was a jug and the other three steins. The man behind the desk named the toast. 'To our Friend!' I thought he meant myself at first; he meant that shadowy enemy of all mankind, the Grim Reaper. 'We are called The Friends of Death,' he explained to me when the grisly containers had been emptied. 'To outline our creed and purpose briefly, it is this: That death is life, and life is death. We have mastered death, and no member of the Friends of Death need ever fear it. They 'die,' it is true, but after death they are buried in special graves in our private cemetery - graves having air vents, such as you discovered. Also, our graves are equipped with electric signals, so that after the bodies of our buried members begin to respond to the secret treatment our scientists have given them before internment, we are warned. Then we come and release them - and they live again. Moreover, they are released, freed of their thralldom; from then on death is an old familiar friend instead of an enemy. They no longer fear it. Do you not see what a wonderful boon this would be in your case, Brother Bud; you who have suffered so from that fear?' ("Graves For The Living") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#pulp #secret-society #secret-societys #death