Why you in a dark hole, Astrid? Did you fall? (Simi) We're hiding Simi. (Astrid) Hiding? From what? (Simi) Thanatos. (Astrid) Pfft. Why you hiding from that loser? He wouldn't even make good barbecue. Barely take the edge off my peckishness. Hmmm... How come there's no food here? (Simi)
You are hiding your confusions. You are worried. You feel being rejected by people whom you trust. You are being ignored by people whom you love. I want to tell you that it's not the end. Your problems are just part of your life and not half of it. Cry, if your heart says so. Confess in faith, if your soul wishes to. Speak about your fears. Do all that your innermost self truly desires, but make sure you are not hiding yourself from your self. Make sure you are not suppressing more emotions. Make sure you are not hiding more tears. Make sure you are not losing the person you once used to be. Smile. Life is yours.
There's a quote from 'The Breakfast Club' that goes "We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it." I have it on a poster but I took a Sharpie to it and scratched out the word "hiding" because it reminds me that there's a certain pride and freedom that comes from wearing your unique bizarreness like a badge of honor.
Jenny Lawson - Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things
After a moment, he added more seriously: 'I don't get as angry as m'father used to about things. Or maybe I', just better at hiding m'feelings.' 'I fear I'm not very good at hiding my feelings.' He covered my hand with his own. 'That's what I like about you. I liked it from the first. You're so different from the others.
I started hiding my paintings in certain ways, like behind panes of glass for example. Then, instead of hiding them I did something quite cold and clinical: I built a wooden box, filled it with enamel paint and dunked the painting in so you could only see a suggestion of it from a controlled point of view.
It took me a while to warm to the '20s costumes on 'Downton.' I love it when women accentuate their curves, and that era was all about hiding them. The shapes they wore then were in tune with female empowerment. Cutting off their hair and hiding their busts was a way of saying, 'We're equal to men!'
No, but if I were an illegal, experimental replicant hiding the truth of an international conspiracy I would try and put myself out of the way of those investigating it, wouldn't you? I don't think hiding under a bed will be very successful. But, if you've any better idea of what the deadly robot assassin is up to, please feel free to act upon it.
I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if he knew I'd been secretly photographing him for all these months he would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive. I'm not. I'm an artist. Artists are always misunderstood.(Thwonk)
She doesn't snarl. She smiles instead, but it is a half smile. She is hiding something, an imperfection. There is something about her teeth, the sides of them that she doesn't want me to see. I am fascinated by this unseen flaw. I want to know what she is hiding. Perhaps this is what is missing from my life, some mysterious flaw that I won't want to correct
To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because passion is in essence made to be seen: the hiding must be seen: I want you to know that I am hiding something from you, that is the active paradox I must resolve: at one and the same time it must be known and not known: I want you to know that I don't want to show my feelings: that is the message I address to the other.
Why are you looking at me like that?'' he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip. 'No reason.'' I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted. He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn't sure, but he seemed to be blushing. 'You shouldn't touch a man like that in the morning, '' he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.
Hey, I wish we hung out more in high school. Why didn't we?' 'I was hiding, ' Jake said thoughtfully. 'Me too.' 'You?' 'In my own way.' Hearing that made Jake wonder if they'd all been in hiding, if he hadn't been the only one who'd felt alone for so much of high school.''Hey, I wish we hung out more in high school. Why didn't we?' 'I was hiding, ' Jake said thoughtfully. 'Me too.' 'You?' 'In my own way.' Hearing that made Jake wonder if they'd all been in hiding, if he hadn't been the only one who'd felt alone for so much of high school.' Excerpt From: Carolyn Mackler. 'Infinite in Between.' iBooks.
Theres nothing more efficient than honesty and nothing more powerful than vulnerability because, vulnerability reveals everyone in your life who will abuse power immediately and almost irrevocably. Theres nothing weaker than hiding your vulnerability because, it means a refusal to stare at those who abuse power and see them for who they are which means they still have power and control over you. Nothing is stronger than vulnerability. Nothing more clarifying. Nothing is clearer than vulnerability, and if you hide who you are you are just making a tombstone of your everyday actions because you dont exist in hiding and you're letting the past rob you. Exercise the power of vulnerability. When you are vulnerable you are signaling to your system that the past is over and done! That you're no longer a victim! That you're no longer trapped in a destructive and abusive environment! vulnerability means it's over, it's done. The war is over but, if you continue to use the same defenses that you had in the past all you're telling your whole body is that the past is not over. Be vulnerable. Be honest. Be open and show your heart. That's the best way of telling your heart that the tigers are no longer in the grass. I'm telling you, just take it for a spin. Vulnerability and openness will get you what you want in your life and hiding will only get you the feeling of being prey from here until the end of your life.
That kiss you gave me was the hottest kiss i've ever had. I pulled away because i was afraid i wouldn't be able to stop myself from ripping off your clothes. And that didn't seem like the right way to end a first date. I didn't want you to think that was all i was interested in." She stared at him. There was silence again, but this time she didn't worry about how long it went on. "Why didn't you tell me?" She said finally. "I tried to, but every time i saw you afterward you disappeared. I got the feeling you were avoiding me." "i didn't want things to be awkward." "Yeah, there was nothing awkward about you hiding behind a plant when i came into the dining hall at lunch on wednesday." "I wasn't hiding. I was, um, breathing. You know, oxygen. From the plant. Very oxygenated, that air is." "Of course. I should have thought of that." "It's a healthy thing. Not many people know about it.
MY POCKETS ARE FULL AND THEY'RE WEIGHING ME DOWN AND I'M GETTING FRUSTERATED I HEAR YOU SCREAM WITHOUT HEARING A SOUND MY EYES ARE DIOLATED I FEEL LIKE RUNNING NOW I FEEL LIKE HIDING NOW I FEEL LIKE GETTING AWAY TO A FAR AWAY PLACE BUT I DONT KNOW HOW IT'S NOT FUN NOW AND I WANT TO SCREAM BUT I CAN'T SEEM TO TALK CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS ABOUT THE WAY THAT I FEEL BUT I WANT TO FEEL THIS WAY AGAIN AND I WANNA GO BACK TO WHERE I JUST CAME FROM DON'T WANT TO BE IN THIS PLACE WHERE I AM AND I WANT TO GO BACK, BACK, BACK I FEEL LIKE RUNNING NOW I FEEL LIKE HIDING NOW BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW IT'S NOT FUN NOW
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