Quotes Hiding Feelings Novels & Stories

He was 13, and he knew the feelings his sister harbored for him. "Actually, I am here for you," Serafina forced a smile, refusing to let him see how true his words were. "Lies," Marco stated nonchalantly, shaking his head and still fussing with his paper. "You're just here hiding from Paolo because he kissed you," "H-howﾅhow do you-?"

I studied Nate, and I tightened my arms over the gifts I had. “So you do love her,” I breathed. “Is it that obvious?” “No. But I’m a master at hiding feelings, so I might be a little more inclined to see stuff that would completely pass over everyone else’s heads. And until you’re ready, your secret is safe with me.” “Thanks,” Nate replied and gave me a hug. What was it with all of them and publicly sharing affectionate gestures? I stayed still and smiled awkwardly when he let go of me. “Yeah, I can tell you’re not a normal girl and hated every second of this.”

Brandon hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "I know you're hiding something from me, and it's making it difficult for me to fully trust you as well," I whispered as I wiped away a tear. "Be honest with me, Brandon, because I know you are hiding things from me; I just don't know what?" Brandon's eyes filled with regret as he reached out to hold my hand. But I slid it away from him before he could make contact. "I am not feeling well." I lied, walking away from him. The weight of the unspoken truths hung heavy in the air, leaving both of them wondering if their relationship could ever truly be repaired.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

“I hate what it means.” “And what does it mean?” He looked up, eyes shadowed. “It means losing you without losing you.” I didn’t have an answer for that. I reached out, touching his hand. “If we do this… it won’t erase us. It just… hides us. Until this is over.” He let out a low, bitter laugh. “You think I can just hide what I feel?” I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his. “Then teach me how to remember. So that even if I can’t feel you, I’ll still know.”

she paused, and her eyes twinkled. I wiped her tears using my hand, and my heart beat erratically for her. I'm not very good at expressing my feelings through words, but my actions speak louder than words. I tend to hide what I want in a woman because everything falls into Quinn. I never realized that I was searching for the same kind of person as her, to be exact. I thought I hated her, but that was entirely a lie. I missed her a lot. I still love her, and I wasn't over with her. She's the only woman who melts the barrier inside me, and I love her dearly.

"Gray" "I know I'm not good at this," he continued. His grip on my hands tightened. "I'm not good at talking about feelings. I hide behind logic and strategy because emotions are messy and unpredictable. But I can't hide anymore. Not from you." A tear ran down my cheek. "You don't have to hide." "I know," Gray said. "That's what scares me. With you, I can't hide anything. You see right through me. And that's terrifying and wonderful at the same time."

"I am in a relationship with someone wonderful, but sometimes I feel like he is hiding parts of himself from me." My heart sank a little when she mentioned being in a relationship, but I answered her question honestly. "In my experience, people hide things for two reasons," I said. "Either they are ashamed of something, or they are protecting something precious. The key is figuring out which one it is." "How do you do that?" "You watch how they treat other people when they think no one is looking. You see whether their actions match their words. And most importantly, you trust your instincts about their character."

he told me in a low voice I opened my eyes, and the way he looked at me in adoration made me more money -loving, meaningless, full of envy, but I couldn’t tell him. Why is it so hard to ask for what I already have? Why can’t I say what I really want and let him know how I really feel I’ve stopped myself from making noise, am I shy or trying to be bold? Trying to be strong against his progress? The house was deserted and I knew there was no one else here because it was dark the day we arrived So I turned to her dark when she arrived So I just hid it from her and it didn’t matter to me if I did. to leave it completely is for him and for him alone. I felt that something had turned up inside me,

“She’s starting to sense something. I can feel it through the bond.” I sighed heavily. “I noticed.” “Then maybe it’s time we stop hiding things from her.” That made me look up sharply. “You think I want to hide things from her?” He raised a brow. “You’ve been doing it anyway.” I clenched my jaw. “For a reason.” He folded his arms, staring me down. “A reason that’s starting to look a lot like fear.” The air between us went still. He wasn’t completely wrong but he didn’t understand, either. Zack had always been better at detachment, at keeping his emotions under control. He didn’t carry the same weight I did.