People are secretive when they have secrets.
Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.
Everyone has secret.Like the oyster with its grain of sand, we bury it deep within, coating it with opalescent layers, as if that could heal our mortal wound. Some of us devote our entire lives to keeping our secret hidden, safe from those who might pry it from us, hoarding it like the pearl, only to discover that it escapes us when we least expect it. revealed by a flash of fear in our eyes when caught unawares, by a sudden pain, a rage or hatred, or an all-consuming shame.
Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?
The secret is that there is no secret.
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.
A secret note is secret. There is no reason to sign it.
Love is the key, love is the secret.
This is the secret of the golden flower: if the heart can die the flower will bloom, die as you are so you can be reborn.
Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.