Just why it should have happened, or why it should have happened just when it did, he could not, of course, possibly have said; nor perhaps could it even have occurred to him to ask. The thing was above all a secret, something to be preciously concealed from Mother and Father; and to that very fact it owed an enormous part of its deliciousness. It was like a peculiarly beautiful trinket to be carried unmentioned in one's trouser-pocket - a rare stamp, an old coin, a few tiny gold links found trodden out of shape on the path in the park, a pebble of carnelian, a sea shell distinguishable from all others by an unusual spot or stripe-and, as if it were anyone of these, he carried around with him everywhere a warm and persistent and increasingly beautiful sense of possession. Nor was it only a sense of possession - it was also a sense of protection. It was as if, in some delightful way, his secret gave him a fortress, a wall behind which he could retreat into heavenly seclusion.(" Silent Snow, Secret Snow") . Conrad Aiken
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
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Stephanie Perkins
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
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William Goldman
I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.
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Anne Rice
I don't judge people. It blurs out the center of my attention, my focus, myself.
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Toba Beta
Many people pray to be kept out of unexpected problems. Some people pray to be able to confront and overcome them.
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Toba Beta
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