You can’t hide what’s in your heart.
No one knows how hard it is, a life in hiding. You can never tell who your enemies are, or who to trust. Maybe that’s why I love animals so much. You look in their eyes, and you know exactly what’s in their hearts.
Everyone has a part of themselves they hide. Even from the people they love.
You hide now, like all the others. It makes no difference. This story always ends the same.[to Elodie]
It’s only our lies that get us in trouble, the things we hide.
It doesn’t matter who you are. We’ve all got something that you don’t want anyone else to know about. Something you’re ashamed of.
