Quotes About Mask

Indiferent ce masc? îÈ™i punea pe fa??, nu exista vreo cale de a cicatriza rana sângerând? din ea, nu exista vreo modalitate de a alina durerea care îi m?cina sufletul.

the partner of his guilt, should be hurled from the pinnacle of unsullied virtue, down to the lowest abyss of infamy and degradation: in fine, that all those females whom he had sought, apparently on account of their virtue, had, since his departure, thrown even the mask aside, and had not scrupled to expose the whole deformity of their vices to the public gaze.

the façade he has erected not so much to disguise himself from another as to mask himself against his own recognition.

It's very lonely, feeling like an outcast. Like you are invited to a costume party, but you are the only one in a mask.

I had Trevor Mitchell's clothes in my arms. His sweater, V-neck, undershirt, khakis, socks, loafers, and underwear. I had his power. His mask. I had his whole life. What was a girl to do? This girl ran. I ran so hard, like I had never run before. Like I had been training every day in gym class. If Mr. Harris could have seen me then, he surely would have put me on the track team.

He reminds me of Robin Williams at the end of Dead Poets Society - there's a little smile on his face, but you know he's actually as sad as he's ever been in his whole life.

There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder.

one can merely disguise one's wounds

He had often watched her as she crossed the floor in her checkered apron, her face a dark mask behind which belligerence battled with humility. This was in her eyes which never for an instant lost their wariness and which were always ready, within a split second, to turn black and lightless with contempt.

The suit was a disguise, which I had put on for the first time in six months, after stuffing my torn leather jacket and denims into a dustbin.

The Countess sat playing with her children. When she heard my name, she sprang up and came to meet me, then she sat down and pointed without a word to a chair by the fire. Her face wore the inscrutable mask beneath which women of the world conceal their most vehement emotions. Trouble had withered that face already. Nothing of its beauty now remained, save the marvelous outlines in which its principal charm had lain.

Everything in my life revolves around people playing at being something.

Scratch the thin veneer of what man called culture or civilization and in most cases you would find a barbarian waiting to be set free.

She tried to smile but her face,she noticed with a jolt,was one that had been configured for tradgedy.

I did a voice for Odo, but people don't recognize you by your voice.

Every man is a hero to his alias.

I was like, 'Hey, I love highflying. I love lucha libre. Can I just put on a mask and pass myself off as a luchador?' Everyone was like, 'You're going to do what you want to do,' so that's what I did for the first four or five years. I just put on a mask and pretended to be this luchador.

No one realizes how much pain is hidden behind my smile.

A woman who hides behind a mask of makeup is still going to have to take it off at some point... and deal with reality.

The more you are known, the more difficult it is to hide behind characters.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.

When you're acting, you're escaping and hiding behind something. It's cliched to say, but there's a safety there.

What once was an expression of who I was - acting - also became my hiding place.

All my work's been disguise, really: hiding behind the character.