Quotes About Mask

Upon meeting Julian Morrow, one has the impression that he is a man of extraordinary sympathy and warmth. But what you call his 'Asiatic serenity' is, I think, a mask for great coldness. The face one shows him he invariably reflects back at one, creating the illusion of warmth and depth when in fact he is brittle and shallow as a mirror.

Relationship building at a distance, through the filter of a computer, is ultimately ineffective for the sincere friend seeker, but it is ideally suited to the sociopath whose powers of manipulation are enhanced when he can operate not merely behind his usual masks but behind an electronic mask as well.

At least we both know how shitty the world is. You wearing a beard as a mask to disguise it. I wearing my tired smile. I don't see how you do it. One hundred thousand university students marching with you. Toward A necessity which is not love but is a name.

All of that savage power hidden under so much civility.

Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.

Then he saw Catty. He hadn't recognized her at first. She had painted her face white for the day and drawn black caverns around her eyes. Squares over her lips made skeleton teeth. Children circled her, watching her paint a little girl's face.

So what were people getting so excited about? What was this symphony saying to them? We are still arguing about that a whole human lifetime later. Audiences are still trying to decipher the codes in Shostakovich's symphonies, trying to see under the masks he wore to the true face we expect to find beneath. "It's very difficult to speak through a mask," as the writer Viktor Shklovsky said, but "only a few can play themselves without it.

I looked at her, and she was smiling like she was broken.

Then his face changed to a mask of hate.

He tottered in. In a few moments he came out, hair piece in place. But the haggardness of his face made it look more spurious than before.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.

It was not the mask I was afraid of...but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself

Ne considera, pe mine si pe fete, imaturi si naivi, dar noi ne puteam dovedi de zece ori mai perfizi decat el, tocmai pentru ca eram englezi - nascuti pentru a purta masca si educati de mici sa mintim.

Eram prea necopt ca s? ?tiu c? cinismul de orice fel este o masc? pentru neputin?a de adaptare - pe scurt, un fel de impoten?? ?i c? a dispre?ui orice fel de efort este cel mai mare efort.

From this skull-rock strange golden roots throw Ikons and incidents; the man in the mask Manipulates. I am the fool that falls And never learns to wait and watch, Icarus eternally damned, the dupe of time . . .

Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy. Ill-fated, impious race!

Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath.

Ni... you broke but acting like you got it.

Yes I can smile, but it's so easy to fake it. Yes I can act like I'm happy, but inside I'm falling apart. Yes I can pretend like everything is ok, but in reality I'm broken.

Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Behind my smile, is tears at night.

Behind every fake smile is a broken heart

Behind my smile is a broken heart, behind my laughs I'm falling apart, look at me closely and you will see, this girl I am isn't really me.

I smile a lot because I don't want people to see how broken I am inside, but sometimes I wish that someone would see through me and save me from my misery.