Quotes About Pretense

There are stages of becoming a grown-up. First, you definitely aren't one. Then you pretend to be one. Then you're sure that there are no grown -ups; that they're mythological and don't really exist. And then finally, maybe one day in your forties, you just are one.

There is a hierarchy, and these are the rules in my family: If you don't talk about a thing, it's not a problem. If you hide how deeply something hurt you, it didn't happen. If you pretend not to notice how deeply you hurt someone else, you don't have to feel bad about it.

You know you're walking around with a mask on, and you desperately want to take it off and you can't because everybody else thinks it's your face.

At her core, she was broken, and life was just one long attempt to distract people from noticing

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

We all become what we pretend to be.

She felt ... less. She felt tamped down. Dim. More faint. Feint. Feigned. Fain.

he wore his wealth with the comfortable indifference of someone born into it. New-made nobles, pretenders, and rich merchants simply don't carry themselves the same way. Alveron

As he sorted and packed, the red-haired man seemed content. But if you looked more closely you might have noticed that while his hands were busy, his eyes were far away. And while his expression was composed, pleasant even, there was no joy in it. He did not hum or whistle while he worked. He did not sing.

Mom points at the gravesites all around us. "We all die, Lucy. Me. You. Everybody. But you know what we do first?" I shake my head. "We pretend that it's not going to happen. We make believe that we're never going to die. do you know what that's called?" "Lying?" I say. "Living, Lucy. It's called living...

The only person I knew how to be with now was myself - but I wasn´t really anyone, and I wasn´t really alive. I was just someone who pretended to be alive, a dead mean who spent his days translating a dead man´s book.

As long as we avoided the real subject, the spell could not be broken. We both slipped naturally into this kind of banter, and it became all the more powerful because neither of us abandoned the charade. We knew what we were doing, but at the same time we pretended not to.

the protocols of such gatherings, the sophisticated hypocrisies of supposed art lovers coming to an art show in order to ignore the artworks on display,

La única persona con la que sabía cómo comportarme era conmigo mismo; pero verdaderamente yo ya no era nadie, no estaba realmente vivo. Sólo era alguien que fingía estar vivo, un muerto que

and it is said that Waugh's witnessing numerous blunders and acts of overt cowardice there soured him permanently on the army, the war, and the pretense of high purpose claimed by both.

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile

Yet I've come to learn that all our stories add up to the same imprisonment. The self-delusion of uniqueness. The festering pretense that we are the same as they are. The gutting of all our passions till we are a bunch of eunuchs, our zones of pleasure in enemy hands. Most of all, the ventriloquism, the learning how to pass for straight. Such obedient slaves we make, with such very tidy rooms.

Feelings are best handled by expressing them, and worst handled by denying them, by pretending they don't exist.

La philosophie ne consiste-t-elle pas, après tout, à faire semblant d'ignorer ce que l'on sait et de savoir ce que l'on ignore?

I just remember that everything looked the same-all style and no substance

For one hit he'd done a version of Victor/Victoria, pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman pretending to be a man when he'd been hired to kill a paranoid and heavily guarded government official.

Boobs on the make always try to impress with their high level of seriousness (wise guys, with their contempt for all seriousness).

the problem with knowing is that it takes away the possibility of pretending!

The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.