Quotes About Pretense

We try to conceal our defects and say the things we think the other one wants to hear. We pretend that we're always lovely and sweet-tempered and that we don't mind the other's nasty little habits. And then after the wedding, we lower the boom.

You're trying to appear as harmless as a lamb. But we both know you're not." "I have lamblike moments," Tom said. At her dubious glance, he insisted, "I'm having one right now. I'm one hundred percent lamb.

I don't really like you, but I'm so good at acting as if I do that it's basically the same thing.

I fool you. I fool everyone.

I fool everybody!

But you just keep wagging your pricey manicure and that horse-choking diamond bracelet at me. That helps make it all seem so much more right.

I was trying to break out of the suburbs, and when I did break out, I don't think I took my whole self with me - I think I played a role of being too cool and hip.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!

Be careful who you pretend to be. You might become it.

In the outside i smile, but deep inside im empty. No one notice how much i have to fake my smiles. It scares me how empty i feel inside.

We are—or we become—what we pretend to be, so we must be very careful who we pretend to be.

It's her joke on the world of false narratives. Her mockery of a social media lifestyle where everyone projects some kind of brand, like they're selling a product. And she pretends she's this rich chick with an ultraglamorous globe-trotting lifestyle. And I join in sometimes. Because it seemed fun. No harm, no foul, right? But lately she's been posting more and more photos of herself inside her clients' houses.

We are—or we become—what we pretend to be, so we must be very careful who we pretend to be. I check the time. I have a few more minutes before I must get into my uniform. I open a browser and search for "Jon Rittenberg" "Colorado" "Silver Aspens Ski Resort." Articles from the local Colorado newspapers pop up. The older articles mention that Silver Aspens, a TerraWest property, has a new operations manager—gold medalist

Hallie had had plenty of practice over the years at hiding her true feelings and presenting a brave face to the world.

left shoulder and trying to pretend it hardly hurt at all - ow, ouch - she wondered why her life had to so closely resemble Mr Bean's. What she wouldn't give to be sleek and chic and in control at all times.

I lay still, hoping to fool my captor into thinking I was barely conscious and weak as a kitten. Which should be easy, since I was. I've never really had much ambition as a performer.

That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act

the child trying not to appear as a child, of the strenuousness with which she tried to present the face of a convincing adult.

You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all.

What's the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you're faking.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

But there was a part of her that wondered what would happen if she let them all in on the secretthat some mornings, it was hard to get out of bed and put on someone else's smile; that she was standing on air, a fake who laughed at all the right jokes and whispered all the right gossip and attracted the right guy, a fake who had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be real…and who, when you got right down to it, didn't want to remember, because it hurt even more than this.