Secret Society Quotes

“Professor Langdon,' called a young man with curly hair in the back row, 'if Masonry is not a secret society, not a corporation, and not a religion, then what is it?'
'Well, if you were to ask a Mason, he would offer the following definition: Masonry is a system of morality, veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols.'
'Sounds to me like a euphemism for "freaky cult." '
'Freaky, you say?'
'Hell yes!' the kid said, standing up. 'I heard what they do inside those secret buildings! Weird candlelight rituals with coffins, and nooses, and drinking wine out of skulls. Now that's freaky!'
Langdon scanned the class. 'Does that sound freaky to anyone else?'
'Yes!' they all chimed in.
Langdon feigned a sad sigh. 'Too bad. If that's too freaky for you, then I know you'll never want to join my cult.'
Silence settled over the room. The student from the Women's Center looked uneasy. 'You're in a cult?'
Langdon nodded and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. 'Don't tell anyone, but on the pagan day of the sun god Ra, I kneel at the foot of an ancient instrument of torture and consume ritualistic symbols of blood and flesh.'
The class looked horrified.
Langdon shrugged. 'And if any of you care to join me, come to the Harvard chapel on Sunday, kneel beneath the crucifix, and take Holy Communion.'
The classroom remained silent.
Langdon winked. 'Open your minds, my friends. We all fear what we do not understand.”
― Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol

“Where did you see him?” Heidi asked.
“At the grocery store,” Mildred replied. “He was picking out a cantaloupe. Of course, I had to give him some tips. He was about to pick one that wasn’t anywhere near ripe.” The women tossed each other knowing looks.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“Monique bit at the side of lip. “He’s pretty active, I don’t want to impose…”
Tony stood and scooped up the puppy. “No, seriously, I’d love a little company.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“The poor man’s face twisted into a grimace and he pounded on the bar, protesting loudly. “Oh, you shush,” Kim demanded as she continued to knead his shoulders, jerking his whole body as she worked. “You’ll like this in a minute.”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“Bursar?"
"Yes, Archchancellor?"
"You ain't a member of some secret society or somethin', are you?"
"Me? No, Archchancellor."
"Then it'd be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

“The big question was, what all was this society up to? They’d certainly been in and out of his office, as well as accidently running into him all around town. Had he inadvertently missed what this group of ladies knew? And worse yet, had he given himself away?”
― Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

“Their family tree had been part of the extremely few who had held the reins of civilization for centuries. So naturally Dale was champing at the bit when Aryana had requested a meeting with him. It was his chance to work himself into the main vein of power where ultra-wealthy individuals resided, the ones who were conveniently omitted from the annual wealth rankings made public by magazine publications and online lists. When a family held a certain amount of wealth and power for a long enough period of time, they slipped behind the curtain and out of the public’s eye. While behind the curtain, they pulled the strings attached to leaders of governments, companies, and organizations.”
― Jasun Ether, The Beasts of Success

“Dale sat, puffed on a cigar he was given, drank several whiskey tumblers, played riding the gravy train with the sharks, and became delightfully intoxicated.
They rode that gravy train all the way into the city. As drunk as lords they belted out guffaws and verses from songs the whole ride. The train reached the city and the end of the rail at the last station, but instead of stopping, the train ran full steam off the tracks and chewed up the pavement as it barreled through the city, running over countless people before stopping at a hidden station.
One of the sharks said, “In order to get to the heart of the city, you must ride over many people. It is the gravy train, after all.”
They threw the remains of their cigars in their unfinished whiskey tumblers and stood to button up their suit jackets while laughing and patting each other on the back.”
― Jasun Ether, The Beasts of Success

“The longer Dale had lived in the upper echelon of society where a buffer separated his existence from the everyday man, the less he found himself caring about morals and ethics; not that he ever cared about them that much anyway, but now he was in a whole new ballpark. Those words—morals and ethics—didn’t exist in the high world of finance and business. Say either one of them to a one-percenter and they’d look at you like you just invented a word out of thin air and were dumber for having said it. Then you’d be blacklisted in their book.”
― Jasun Ether, The Beasts of Success

“A secret society within a secret society.”
― Dave Barry, Peter and the Starcatchers

“Love is a secret society, a community for two.”
― Melvin Burgess, Bloodsong

“Before Aryana took another bite of her blood-soaked steak, she again leaned forward and whispered to Dale, “Your initiation will be held in the secret underground chambers of this club.”
Dale’s eyes went wide again. “I didn’t know there were underground chambers under the Mars Club.”
Aryana displayed a devilish smile. “Well of course you didn’t know about it. It wouldn’t be a secret if just anyone knew about it. And that’s nothing compared to what will be revealed to you once you’ve shown your dedication and worth.”
Dale smiled, and while lifting his snifter to take a sip of cognac, he said, “If the sky is the limit, count me in.”
― Jasun Ether, The Beasts of Success

“-You said this wasn't a cult.
-Secret society. There's a difference.
-Not from where I'm standing.
-Then take a seat.”
― Jennifer Bosworth, Struck

“Most secret societies—at least those you can read about in books or on the Internet—are collegiate. Or adult... They are like fraternities, only they don't have houses or public identities. In colleges, their members are usually local, not national, but the adult ones tend to be more serious and on a larger scale.

We don't actually know what they do. Because they're secret.”
― E. Lockhart

“England and the English governing class never did call on this absurd deity of race until it seemed, for an instant, that they had no other god to call on… the truth of the whole matter is very simple. Nationality exists, and has nothing in the world to do with race. Nationality is a thing like a church or a secret society. It is the product of the human soul and will; it is a spiritual product. And there are men… who would think anything and do anything rather than admit anything could be a spiritual product.”
― G.K. Chesterton

“A cross between a foreign legion boot-camp and a secret-society initiation ritual, the ordeals were grounded in pain. One thing was obvious: the agenda, which was dedicated to grave discomfort, had been drawn up by a passionate sadist.”
― Tahir Shah, Sorcerer's Apprentice

“The DON of dons Triad is where the top three dons of the world meet to discuss both important and non-important things. Mostly with their naked bodies against the trees. It is a meeting with myself.”
― DON SANTO

“You’re in my snare, Little Rabbit. I’ve caught you, and now you’re mine”
― Evelyn Austin, Tell Me You Like It

“The only difference between bright white and pitch black is illumination...”
― Elle Parker, The King's Maiden

“So you see, my dear Coningsby, that the world is governed by very different personages from what is imagined by those who are not behind the scenes.”
― Benjamin Disraeli, Coningsby

“It is time to accept that most of our heroes were not, are not, heroes. They were just good actors selected by the cult, due to bloodlines, or secret society membership.”
― Jack Freestone

“She didn’t scream into the room, but instead clung to him like she was drowning.He felt her body go limp in his embrace, and when her last throes of pleasure were done, he let go of the small thread of control holding himself together.Catching her mouth in a kiss that engulfed them. Pouring himself into her. If they were going to be apart tomorrow, he wanted her to feel him, mind, body and soul.“Why do I feel like you are saying goodbye?” she asked, breathless. He collapsed next to her, hand cupping her face. “Why do I feel like you aren’t?”

This part made me tear up especially after the beautiful moment they shared together.”
― MZ Rylan, Bound by Her

“Now!’ Marvin interjected. ‘You must all be wondering why I invited you here. Well, you know why you’re here, Arthur; and I assume you’ve explained a little about the club to our members—’

‘We’re looking at alternative truths, right?’ Bedivere asked. ‘The darker side to Britain, and all that.’

‘Yes, yes, Bedivere, we shall cover that. We shall look at Europe, why we left and why ultimately the EU was disbanded; we shall look at the tragic situation in the United States, and we shall look at the abandonment of the Commonwealth states and the blight of Indonesia. But as well as that we shall also be looking closer to home, at our own histories, and I use the plural intentionally; at the rising rebels in the old Celtic countries, at the redefinition of New National Britain’s borders, and at our absolute ruler himself, George Milton, who thus far has used all his electoral power to claw hold of democratic immunity, whose Party has long since been a change-hand, change-face game of musical chairs with the same policies and people from one party to the next. This brings me to my former point of why I invited you here: because I believe that you three are the smartest, the most open, the most questioning, and that you will benefit most from hearing things from an alternative viewpoint—not always my own, and not always comfortable—that the three of you may one day take what you have learned here and remember it when the world darkens, and this country truly forgets that which it once was.’

There was a deep silence. Even Arthur, who was used to Marvin’s tangential speeches, was momentarily confounded, and in the quiet that followed he observed Bedivere to see what he thought of this side to their teacher. His eyes then slipped to Morgan, and he was surprised to find that she was transfixed.

‘But I must stress to all of you, it is my job at risk in doing this, my life at stake. So when you speak of this, speak only amongst yourselves, and tell no one what it is we discuss here. Understood?’

There was a series of dumbstruck nods of consent. Bedivere cleared his throat with a small cough.

‘And here I thought this was just going to be an extra-curricular history club,’ he joked.”
― M.L. Mackworth-Praed

“You would argue that we’re not a parasitic life form?’ Arthur challenged. Morgan seemed wounded.

‘Do you think I’m parasitic, Arthur?’ asked Bedivere, his eyebrows raised.

‘No, but—’

‘How about Gwen?’ he added, teasing.

‘Of course not, I didn’t say that the individual is parasitic, just our current way of life. Consumerism is destroying the planet. No, it has destroyed the planet. Why do you think half the world has starved to death? There’s not enough left to support everyone.’

‘Says who?’ Morgan snapped.

‘Says common sense.’ He could feel the wine loosening his tongue. ‘People are lying when they say things aren’t that bad. What do you think all those wars were for? We were all just fighting over who got to eat the last éclair.’

Marvin’s stomach growled, and he awkwardly cleared his throat.”
― M.L. Mackworth-Praed

“The moment a desire is born, the result is born, at least on the other side of the world. You just have to make a connection. Then time loses its significance.”
― Dushica Labovich, Salvador Dali

“The ideal, and morally perfect man, should be of East-Persian derivation, Arabic in faith, of Irak, i.e. Babylonian, education, a Hebrew in astuteness, a disciple of Christ in conduct, as pious as a Syrian Monk, a Greek in the individual sciences, an Indian in the interpretation of all mysteries, but lastly and especially, a Sufi in his whole spiritual life.”
― Ikhwān Al-Ṣafā, Ikhwánu-S Safá, or Brothers of Purity: Translated From the Hindustani

“I will turn this swan into a raven; my goddess of darkness, my queen of death. Because only when she becomes as unprincipled as me, would she willingly stay with me in my castle of dead bones and blood”
― Rue Knightly, Venom and Black Swan

“You are right, little starlight; every man must have a fear no matter how indomitable he thinks he is. But hear this truth, I am not every man.”
― Rue Knightly, Venom and Black Swan

“When you realize that the only real “us and them” divide of any consequence is the cult and the non-cult then you have become wiser than most.”
― Jack Freestone

“I never meant to fall in love with the priest. But God help me, I did.”
― Rosemary Lacroix, The Priest's Confession: A 1950s Forbidden Love and Secret Society Romance