Quotes About Mask

Next time I don't care if you get shot or your balls are stuck in a wood chipper," he says. "You don't come in without a mask.

Alessa—sensibly masked—comes downstairs and over to the counter. She takes one look at me and says, "What the hell did you do to yourself?" "He says he got into a fight with a pig," says Candy. "It looks like the pig won." "It was a draw," I say. "But next time I'm coming home with pork chops.

we try to ease our pain with anger. But anger isn't strength. It only masks itself as strength. It's weakness. At its core, it's fear. Fear of facing what might be truth

Anyone can paint a mask. It's boring. And everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self. How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder? Difficult, to be confronted with the fact of yourself.

There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.

Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.

I knew immediately, of course, that this was none other than The Grand High Witch herself. I knew also why she had worn a mask. She could never have moved around in public, let alone book in at a hotel, with her real face. Everyone who saw her would have run away screaming

I can think of no surer way to destroy confidence at our most critical period than by having a leader who wears a mask.

When the pope sits on the chamber pot to shit, does he believe in his own infallibility? Does not every imposter occasionally recognize his own hairy, homely humanity? Perhaps not; worn long enough, sometimes the Mask of Authority becomes the man. Even looking in a mirror, he will see the sacred Mask and not his own ordinary human face.

Once you have given up asking "what day is it?" you will soon find it easy to give up asking what anything really "is." Then, in Melville's fine phrase, you can strike through the mask — pierce the veil of cultural conditioning (emic tunnel-reality) and see and hear with your own eyes and ears. In the words of a great poet, Don't believe the human eye In sunlight or in shade: The shadow-show of sight and sense Is the Devil's masquerade.

We're all not quite as sane as we pretend to be." Sam

He managed to retain a cheerful smile at all times—though, in the dreams, he screamed.

take special note of how people respond to stressful situations—often the mask they wear in public falls off in the heat of the moment.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrow, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it did not care a whit about the hopes and reams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.

I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone.

I've changed." I didn't want to hear this. They never changed, they simply hid it better.

He had tried to smile, but it was broken.

Every native culture in North America has myths and legends about the bear, many of them tributes to wisdom and strength. "The bear is good to talk with," say the Yupik Eskimos. "If the bear wanted to speak with you, all it needed to do was remove its mask and there beneath was a human.

What did she think about behind that tranquil face of hers? Whatever the provocation, she never clenched her jaws, swore or got angry. Did she watch everything from a distance, as if even her own life was happening to someone else? Nobody could see it but instead of a face, she wore a mask. No, Ravan wanted to rephrase that. What he and everybody else saw was the mask, not what went on inside.

Nothing so tends to mask the face of God as religion; it can be a substitute for God himself.

Suicide attacks are the actions of losers who have nothing left to lose. In this case, Islam serves as a mask, a cover for desperation and nihilism, but not for religion.