Quotes About Masks

The more faces we wear the more confused they become.

The irony is that when we're standing across from someone who is hidden or shielded by masks and armor, we feel frustrated and disconnected. That's the paradox here: Vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me, but the first thing I look for in you. If

Tanto si tenemos catorce como cincuenta y cuatro años, nuestra armadura y nuestras máscaras estarán hechas a medida para la vulnerabilidad, el malestar y el dolor personal que intentamos minimizar.

The irony is that when we're standing across from someone who is hidden or shielded by masks and armor, we feel frustrated and disconnected. That's the paradox here: Vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me, but the first thing I look for in you.

We hide what we know or feel ourselves to be (which we assume to be unacceptable and unlovable) behind some kind of appearance which we hope will be more pleasing. We hide behind pretty faces which we put on for the benefit of our public. And in time we may even come to forget that we are hiding, and think that our assumed pretty face is what we really look like.

Despite masks and fancy dress I couldn't lose myself for one instant in all this exuberance. You have to be an Italian, lighthearted and easily enflamed, to be absorbed into the frenzy of Carnival.

It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.

Growing up in Florida and having naturally curly hair was a bit tough. I had to learn to do treatments and masks to keep the frizz under control.

I think my masks reference artists who reference primitivism. They're not directly connected to tribal arts. I think they look more like third-grade art projects.

I never thought of clothes as having a life of their own -but they do. We all wear an outer layer to hide who we really are.

Once you drop a mask, you can never wear it again.

Most people play someone else's role or wear mask of other people because they don't think about what they are created for

Beware the faces that bare the most smiles.For they are the ones who hide the most sadness—.

Money lets you enjoy the finer things of life, but it doesn't change who you are. It magnifies and brings into fruition the things that you want to hide most. It is a mask for insecurities as well.

Our true self remains deeply hidden, incognito, submerged beneath a web of mistaken identities.

I had a birthday one night on a farm we were shooting on. I walked into the tent, and there were 150 people waiting for me, all wearing masks of my face.

Naš je um razlika diskursa, naša istorija razlika vremena, naše ja razlika maski.

We know we are not what we believe we are supposed to be and so we feel false, frustrated, and dishonest. We try to hide ourselves, and we pretend to be what we are not. The result is that we feel unauthentic and wear social masks to keep others from noticing this.

We know we are not what we believe we are supposed to be and so we feel false, frustrated, and dishonest. We try to hide ourselves, and we pretend to be what we are not. The result is that we feel unauthentic and wear social masks to keep others from noticing this. We are so afraid that somebody else will notice that we are not what we pretend to be. We judge others according to our image of perfection as well, and naturally they fall short of our expectations.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be. (I was frightened by the differences between one face and the next; none of them seemed to fit me properly, and I groped my way clumsily among them.

I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be. (I was frightened by the differences between one face and the next; none of them seemed to fit me properly, and I groped my way clumsily among them.)

the young can't help but acting; they're immature, but they're placed in a mature world and have to act as if they were mature. So they put on whatever masks and disguises appeal to them and can be made to fit -- and thy act.

Karel had put a mask of Nora on Eva and put a child's mask on himself, and Marketa had removed the head from his body. He was a man's body without a head. Karel disappeared and a miracle occurred: Marketa was free and joyous!