Quotes About Masks

I love Halloween and dressing up. I usually have at least three costumes.

Love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Why are all these masks winking? Jason pointed around the room with his fork. The loremaster dabbed at his mouth with a frilled purple napkin. One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.

All of us show many faces to the world. No one shows her true face all of the time. To do that would be dangerous, for what is seen can also be known.

The cat's sophisticated personae are masks of an advanced theatricality. Priests and god its own cult, the cat follows a code of ritual purity, cleaning itself religiously. Priest and god of its own cult, the car sacrifices to itself and may share its ceremonies with the elect. [...] The cat is the least Christian inhabitant of the entire home.

There's a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness. I bet you could do just what you liked, behind a mask ... ?

We mask our needs as the needs of others.

If you ask anybody what they think of clowns, it's associated as much or more with something crazy and scary as it is something joyful.

Rioting begets violence begets rioting. I sometimes think the entire human race is comprised of barely restrained animals, avid for any excuse to tear off their masks of civility. And here I am, always trying desperately to keep mine on.

Me ha parecido que la exhibición de las máscaras estaba destinada a una sola persona, mi suegra, no porque ella frecuente el teatro Noh o porque sea capaz de apreciar la calidad artística de las máscaras, sino por esa expresión de absoluta serenidad que tienen, esa especie de mirada dirigida hacia dentro. Creo que ella debe de ser una de las últimas mujeres japonesas que todavían viven así, dirigiendo hacia dentro sus energías más profundas.

We spend our lives crafting masks to fit the roles we are expected to play, but in doing so, we lose sight of who we truly are.

Many of us are not consciously aware of such fears. With enough surface bravado to fool the people we meet, we fool ourselves as well. But the memory of formlessness is never far beneath. So we hasten to try on life's uniforms

Our lives are one masked ball.

No person can ever know everything that is in the heart of another. We are all Face Dancers in our souls.

We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.

Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.

As actors, we get to hide. You can change your hair and your accent, and it's not you. You have tricks, these masks.

I am assuming my father learned at an early age that there is nothing more dangerous than showing your true self. I think a lot of us learn that, and it actually may be true.

All that is worshipped is but a reflection of the worshipper. A single god, no matter how benign, is tortured into a multitude of masks, each shaped by the secret desires, hungers, fears and joys of the individual mortal, who but plays a game of obsequious approbation.

Self-avowed destinies wear a thousand masks and not one of them truly fits—" "How can they, Hull Beddict, when they're modelled on perfection?

There had been plenty of altars before which she had knelt over the years, and from them, one and all, Torahaval Delat had discovered something she now held to be true. All that is worshipped is but a reflection of the worshipper. A single god, no matter how benign, is tortured into a multitude of masks, each shaped by the secret desires, hungers, fears and joys of the individual mortal, who but plays a game of obsequious approbation.

All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.

The women around her, many of whom she knew, were not showing their everyday faces. They did know something, she could sense it. They hid their secret faces behind a screen, but now it was drawn back.

Alone, he allowed his masks of smiles and pleasantries to slip. If anyone should have seen his face at that moment, they would have witnessed the truth of him; light leaked from his serpent eyes.