Quotes About Mask

I have a good poker face because I am half dead inside.

Goodness is more difficult than evil. Evil men knew that more than good men. That's why they became evil. That's why it stuck with them. Evil was for those who could never reach the truth. It was a mask for stupidity and lack of love.

Deep down it still really bothered me, but I tried not to let it show.

There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.

A szemek. Ada sötétbarna szeme. VégsÅ' soron mi is a szem (kérdezi Ada)? Két lyuk az élet maszkján.

Your face is a secret. Hiss, Hiss.

Y recuerda que los peores monstruos son aquellos que no lo parecen.

I am shrunken and shriveled inside, a rotten chestnut hidden beneath a deceptively smooth shell

But I seem to recall that you can rub the outside of an apple until it shines without ever eradicating the worm within.

Marilyn smiled back, a fake smile. The same one she had given to her mother all those years. You lifted the corners of your mouth toward your ears. You kept your lips closed. It was amazing how no one could tell.

they wanted the guy left right there on the sidewalk as a message to those who needed to know the guy did not get away with whatever it was he had done. Anytime you read in the paper about a masked gunman, rest assured the gunman had no mask on.

Some men hope for revolution but when you revolt and set up your new government you find your new government is still the same old Papa, he has only put on a cardboard mask.

Never sign a valentine with your own name.

Keep up appearances whatever you do.

Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.

My blue mask as a God puts on his sky

Reality is the most effective mask of reality. Our fondest wish, attained, ceases to be our fondest wish. Success is the greatest of disappointments. The spirit is most alive when it is lost. Anxiety was Kafka's composure, as despair was Kierkegaard's happiness. Kafka said impatience is our greatest fault. The man at the gate of the Law waited there all of his life.

With a tea tray on a chair beside her Miss Pink lay in a hot bath like a fox with vermin, only her mask projecting above the surface and surrounded, not by drowning fleas but a steaming cloud of Lanvin's Arpège.

We were using ether and oxygen as anaesthetic and she was particularly adept at holding her breath while the mask was on her face then returning suddenly to violent life when we thought she was asleep. We were both sweating when she finally went under.

I am stuck inside the mask I wear. I want to be unashamed. I want to be unafraid. "There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face, I am whatever was left of the real me that fades a little more every day.

I smile all the time so that nobody knows how sad and lonely I am.

I smile all the time so that nobody knows how sad and lonely I really am.

Could it be that he, Stephen Dedalus, had done those things? His conscience sighed in answer. Yes, he had done them, secretly, filthily, time after time, and, hardened in sinful impenitence, he had dared to wear the mask of holinesss before the tabernacle itself while his soul within was a living mass of corruption.

When death stole the love of your life, no amount of revenge ever healed the hole in your heart. You lived with anger and physical yearnings that were insatiable, and you went about dismantling yourself on a daily basis, tendon and joint, for the rest of your days, all the time wearing the mask of a court jester.