Quotes About Pretense

Y}ou make do with what you're given, and I've spent a good many years learning to write fine-sounding sentences so that I can hide behind them. It's the way of the hermit crab, with nothing to recommend it but the pretty shell it annexes for its own.

No todo lo que brilla ha de ser oro: siempre oíste decir al mundo a coro. Ha vendido su vida mucha gente por mirarme por fuera solamente: no hay tumba de oro sin gusano y lloro. Si fueras tan sensato como osado, joven de cuerpo y viejo en buen sentido, tal respuesta no habrías recibido: adiós: tu pretensión ha fracasado

Hayata dayanamayan her insan gibi yap?l?r oyunda:-m?? gibi yap?l?r.

Mesele ç?kmas?n diye elinizden geleni yap?yorsunuz!??te bu ikiyüzlülü?ünüze dayanam?yorum!

You're really going to let me go?" "Tomorrow." It was our twenty-fifth night together. He still pretended to ignore me during the day, but it had apparently become so much trouble for him to manufacture hatred against me at night. He accepted what I did for him and he did not insult me. He didn't insult anyone.

They pretend they're keeping everyone out, when in fact they're locked in.

It was all pretense with her when she returned his various little signs and signals. How pitiful to be so old one isn't even tempted to flirt any more! How amazing to be so crazy about your own child that being crazy about a man loses all interest and excitement in comparison.

Paltry affectation, strained allusions, and disgusting finery are easily attained by those who choose to wear them; they are but too frequently the badges of ignorance or of stupidity, whenever it would endeavor to please

Modesty is the gentle art of enhancing your charm by pretending not to be aware of it.

Jean Jacques Rousseau was at least right about this: better to face up to one's chains than to deck them with flowers and pretend they are not chains." ? Os Guinness, A Free People's Suicide: Sustainable Freedom and the American Future

This means that, bad though it is and dangerous though its slipway may prove, there is a sense in which hypocrisy may be preferable to wickedness. Hypocrisy still cares enough about virtue to want to pretend to be virtuous, or at least it recognizes that the society around still prizes virtue enough to make it worth flattering.

I have never been able to meet anyone without an accompaniment of painful smiles, the buffoonery of defeat.

But people almost never say, "Die!", Paltry prudent, hypocrites.

Of course, I intended to die without telling a soul about my illness. Without anyone knowing, I would secretly deteriorate. Actually, I felt that there was nothing else I could do. I had no alternatives. Shouldn't I be resolved to die as a peasant in my horribly confused final circumstance? I had no excuses. It was not because life suddenly became precious, but the forced pretense until yesterday had disappeared.

Bagaimanapun kau bisa meyakini satu hal: seorang lelaki musti berpura-pura demi meneruskan hidup.

I have always shook with fright before human beings. Unable as I was to feel the least particle of confidence in my ability to speak and act like a human being, I kept my solitary agonies locked in my breast. I kept my melancholy and my agitation hidden, careful lest any trace should be left exposed. I feigned an innocent optimism; I gradually

era distinta a la sonrisa de un ser humano. ¿Cómo decirlo? Le faltaba el peso de la sangre, la aspereza de la vida. No producía el efecto de tener sustancia; no tenía ni el peso de un pájaro, apenas el de una pluma. Era una simple hoja de papel blanco con una sonrisa por completo artificial.

When I acted like a rich man, they started a rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering.

Everyone kept saying that I was the ugliest boy in the family. And if they had known how fussy I was about clothes, they would surely have had a good laugh at my expense. I pretended not to care about my appearance, and this seemed to do the trick. I gave the impression of being dull and uncouth, no doubt about it. It was awful hearing them remark over and over how ugly I was.

This novel was doomed from the start. All posture and no substance. Whether I write one page or a hundred, it amounts to the same thing. Though I knew this from the start.

Behind the phony tinsel of Hollywood lies the real tinsel.

[T]hough of all poses a moral pose is the most offensive, still to have a pose at all is something.

What our Lord wants us to present to Him is not our goodness, honesty, or our efforts to do better, but real solid sin. Actually, that is all He can take from us. And what He gives us in exchange for our sin is real solid righteousness. But we must surrender all pretense that we are anything, and give up all our claims of even being worthy of God's consideration.

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