There are two kinds of secrets. The ones we keep from others and the ones we keep from ourselves.

I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…

I would have had to kill him, and Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

You are a guardian ... arent you?"He nailed me with his eyes. "Yes.""So .... why are you with me?

Be careful who you tell your secrets to because when situations change... sometimes, so do people.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

In our not-yet-acknowledged secret garden lie the seeds of some of our best not-yet-written stories

An aunt is a safe haven for a child. Someone who will keep your secrets and is always on your side.

It is the one of the great secrets of life that those things are most worth doing,we do for others.

We are our secrets, and, if all goes well, we will take them with us to where no-one can touch them.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .

Man will occasionally stumble upon the truth but most times he will pick himself up and continue on.

If I guess your secret, will you tell me if I'm right?" His father laughed but didn't answer.

Oh, my father, such a difficult man.His world turned on his axis.From "The Father Tamer" in BREATHE IN