A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

We are bound by the secrets we share.

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.