Quotes About Mask

Perfection is a faux. It's a mask carved by our own poor esteem to hide who we really are and make others see what really isn't us.

Don't despair nowyou fell in love with the maskand not what was behindit touched the chords inside your heartand made it beatand now that you have seen behind itdon't despair

Mom puts on a smile that looks like it belongs on somebody else's face.

When the friend shows his inmost heart to his friend; the lover to his best-beloved; when man does not vainly shrink from the eye of his Creator, loathsomely treasuring up the secret of his sin; then deem me a monster, for the symbol beneath which I have lived, and die! I look around me, and, lo! on every visage a black veil!

Non c'è uomo che a forza di portare una maschera, non finisca per assimilare a questa anche il suo vero volto.

Non c'è uomo che a forza di portare una maschera, non finisca per assimilare a questa anche il suo vero volto.

Good thing about bad rubbish is you can make the stench go away just by covering it up. It never comes back as long as you keep a tight lid on it.

Thy laughter soaked in tears which no one sees.

each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

About church: the trouble with a mask is it never changes.

It's probably a lot cooler than wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Once I put on the mask, I don't even realize that it's there. They're molded off of our faces, so they fit really well.

With none of Vader's backstory available at the time, and having just invented the Noghri species for this story, I came up with the idea that Vader might have designed his mask to look like a stylized version of a Noghri face, the better to facilitate his command of the death commando squads.

Do you know why Hollows have holes in their chests?" "What're you talking about?" "They lose their center, their heart, from the pain of not being saved by a soul reaper, and a hole appears. That is certainly true. But where does that heart go? Their lost heart…becomes a mask. Not just the mask. A Hollow's unique appearance…their unique individual abilities…are all made from the heart ripped away from them.

Neo-Freudian Karen Horney believed that childhood experiences resulted in our creation of a self that "moved toward people" or "moved away from people." These tendencies were a sort of mask that could develop into neurosis if we were not willing to move beyond them. Underneath was what she called a "wholehearted," or real, person.

He tied the surgical mask over his mouth and nose

A face is a kind of a mask anyway, when you think about it, he said. Rudd took a drink and set the glass down. You should never ask Pierre anything. You don't make your face, said Pierre. It's given to you. You might think it represents your true self, but why would it? Half the time you make an expression and think, Oh, this is my whatever expression, and nobody even knows what you're thinking.

If creativity was enhanced by pacing the executive suites in a papier-mâché mask, it was all right with Claude, no matter how it frightened the secretaries.

Didn't everything on God's earth have or acquire defense? Speed, some poison in the leaf, the tongue, the tail? A mask, flight, numbers in the millions producing numbers in the millions. A thorn here, a spike there.

I am the mask and the mask is me.

Mam had never been anything but angry. Even when she smiled, she always stayed angry inside. No sadness, no joy. Just anger.

no matter how big his smile or how loud his laugh, you could hear the hurt underneath.

Love strips the mask from each of us, and we must endeavor for those we love to put the mask on so that it can be taken off again. For if there is no mask to start with, there is no pleasure in removing it.

Nevertheless, I cannot help feeling hope. It is not the same as being buried alive, and surely there is cause for hope. Isn't it true that the liabilities of an incomplete person--not being able, without the mask, to sing, to exchange blows with an enemy, to be a lecher, to dream--have become a common subject between me and others, and I alone am not guilty? Perhaps so. Perhaps so indeed.