Quotes About Masking

A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.

How can I pretend that nothing happened?

Being easily freaked out comes with its own special skill set: you develop subtle tricks to work around it, make sure people don't notice. Pretty soon, if you're a fast learner, you can get through the day looking almost exactly like a normal human being.

They always act like they're having an amazing time, they're louder and high-pitched, shoving each other and screaming with laughter at nothing. But Becca knows what they're like when they're happy, and that's not it. Their faces on the way home afterwards look older and strained, smeared with the scraps of leftover expressions that were pressed on too hard and won't lift away.

In public Neil was able to mask his grief as adults are expected to, but in the privacy of his apartment, the floodgates of emotion burst open.

But one of the responsibilities of leadership is to mask one's own fears, to project confidence at all times.

Everybody has problems. Some people just hide their crap better than others.

To survive painful beliefs and feelings, we often mask them with anger. That way, we don't have to feel the shame behind it.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

I don't think confidence has ever really been one of those things that came naturally for me. If people thought I was confident, it was really just the way I masked my insecurity, because I didn't want people to really get to know the real me.

I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.

flaps and buttons. She concealed her gray hair

Smiling too brightly

Nature meant his face to be expressive but he did not; for an expression is a give-away and he did not want to give anything away.

I'm sorry. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.

My face is not that expressive!

Anger is a defense, not a feeling, ....analyze what feeling the anger was covering.

like a mask, and in his other hand he held an open can of

We have a content problem. They think we have no inner resources. But while I may look impassive, I am frantically paddling my feet underwater, always overcompensating to hide my devouring feelings of inadequacy.

Love, love, love — all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures.

Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone.

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

It occurred to me, trying not to hobble in my too-tight slippers, that attire was another form of concealment.

What is pain to a man? A privilege! Masking pain is the measure of a man.