Quotes About Mask

After a certain age, we put on a mask of confidence and certainty. In time, that mask gets stuck to our face and we can't remove it. As children, we learn that if we cry we'll receive affection, that

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

Knowing your pain tolerance is important. Pills and needles mask it. Not good. I could be slipping and I'd never know it.

both because of the cold and also to help hide his face.

Say the whole point of love is to try to get your fingers through the holes in the lover's mask. To get some kind of hold on the mask, and who cares how you do it.

Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks of men. Tell them how could you even hope to love what you can't grab onto.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

O' what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the...enemy does much.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

life is like theater

Oh what man may hide inside, tho angel on the outward side.

meet it is I set it down        That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;        At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [

A beauty masked, like the sun in eclipse, gathers together more gazers than if it shined out.

I must confess to some sentiment about old Ireland, in spite of the ugly mask she tries to wear.

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.

He looks good for a while, but ya know, ya can't shine a sneaker.

The only destiny with which we are born is the destiny of ritual. I have been calling "mask" a lie, and it isn't: it is the essential mask of solemnity. We would have to put on ritual masks to love each other. Beetles are born with the mask with which they will fulfill themselves. Through original sin we have lost our mask.