Quotes About Mask

We all need a mask in order to function. But wear the mask too long and we forget who really lives behind it. Right? We forget our authentic selves.

There was a roar from the shadow-tiger mask around the Harley, and Murphy swept up alongside the boat. I leapt down onto the back of the bike in a single smooth motion, which I felt was cool, and landed with too much of my weight on my genitals, which I felt was not.

the worst madmen don't seem odd at all," Grimm said. "They appear to be quite calm and rational, in fact. Until the screaming starts.

Worry is fear in disguise.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade for a role, you give up your ability to feel and in exchange put up a mask

The mask that you wore. My fingers would explore. Costume of control. Excitement soon unfolds.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

There's nothing wrong with being two-faced. Just let me know which one you want me to slap first.

Tell me whom you wish me to be; for I must be someone.

Everyone is dysfunctional. The most dysfunctional people are the ones that refuse to admit they are! Why have we all been wearing a mask and hiding when we all feel the same pain?!

People who have physical scars hide them with clothing or a mask, those with emotional scars hide them with a smile or a laugh.

Open-mindedness is often just a mask for ignorance and cowardice.

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

What is death? A scary mask. Take it off-see, it doesn't bite.

but all that rose to the surface was more surface.

Being Zuckerman is one long performance and the very opposite of what is thought of as being oneself.

Let's dance for the Queen of the May!" Henry said, and swept a girl into a set and they danced before me, and I, seated on the queen's throne, watching her husband dance, and flirt prettily with his partner, knew that I wore her tolerant mask-like smile on my own face. ?

She wasn't wearing a mask! The monstrous green face was her face. She wasn't wearing a monster costume. None of the Horrors were wearing costumes, I realized. I stepped back, raising my hands in horror as if trying to shield myself.

Behind me, Mom busily cleaned out the refrigerator, making room for the groceries Dad was out buying. I was dying to tell her about the scary mask. I wanted to show it to her. Maybe put it on and make her scream. But I knew she'd ask too many questions about where I bought it, and how much it cost, and how much of my allowance I used up to pay for it. All questions I couldn't answer.

She was poison in a pretty bottle.

Every smile was just mechanics. Every laugh was manufactured. Every public sign of affection was just that: for the public.

some people are devils in their own right, their telltale horns having grown inward to facilitate their disguise.