Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep.

Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

I can’t tell you the things I know,” I repeated.“Why not?”“They aren’t my secrets to tell.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

We've all done things we'd rather keep in the dark. It's only by shedding light on them that our demons can disappear.

I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.

Give a man a mask, and he'll tell you deeper and darker truths. But he'll also be more abusive, unaccountable, and demonic.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Now I no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own."[The Sick Chamber (The New Monthly Magazine , August 1830)]

When I see a beautiful woman, my heart doesn't go "Thump, thump." It goes "Hush, hush." I'm very secretive about my feelings.

When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.