I am not like nature that begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.
Confessions are always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence. Ask Dorothy Dix about it. Trusting a confidante after listing Ambrose Bierce definition which runs like this: Confidante: one entrusted by A with the secrets of B confided to herself by C – I am quite sceptic.
Something that is kept a secret, hidden or concealed, listen to Lauren Oliver, in before I fall, ‘a good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.’
At some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
Be able to confide your innermost secrets to your mother and your innermost fears to your father.
Marilyn vos Savant