James JoyceSecrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.
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The quote, “Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.” is a great way to describe the burden of secrets and the pain caused by keeping them. When someone is keeping a secret from you, it can take a lot of courage to bring it up. However, if you find out that you have something they don’t know about, it can cause conflict. You may feel betrayed or hurt because they were keeping something from you. The only thing you can do is try to understand why they kept it secret in the first place.
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