Quotes About Masking

There were hours built in where you had to hear someone express feelings about something that didn't seem important, and you nodded and pretended that it was. You had to mask your own ambivalence and pretend to be in love one hundred percent of the time, and he'd rather swim in a lake of hellfire.

I got through with my ability to mimic others and make people laugh. I swaggered through life, but, in reality, I lived in fear pretty much every day. I acted like a completely normal person, and I suppose I was good at it. But, inside, it was a very different story.

I don't display emotions. I have every feeling that everyone else has, but I've developed ways to suppress them. Anger is one of my most comfortable feelings.

I was suppressed for many years. From the outside, you'd think I had a very normal life.

A lot of things seem one way but are another. And how a thing seems is often just the game we play to save ourselves from great, panicking pain.

There are people like that in the world—people with something wrong with them that can be disguised but won't be denied, and which dominates them.

Up there I'm just passing as me.

Lost in the crowd, it's all right to pretend for a moment to be no one.

Men hid behind religion to keep others from seeing how frightened they were, how inept.

Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.

Actors are very good at not revealing anything, so they're safe.

I guess I do a really good job at covering.

dear today, i spend all of you pretending i'm okay when i'm not, pretending i'm happy when i'm not, pretending about everything to everyone.

Wearing fake happiness is as good as smearing foundation. A bit of moisture drains it all.

Not that easy to have tears in your heart but a smile on your lips.

The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.

Humor was a good way to hide the pain.

The way I figure it, if you can't tell I'm high by looking at me, I win.

Her mother was fine. Her mother was always fine. Fine was her way of saying she didn't exist.

Oh Lord! If you but knew what a brimstone of a creature I am behind all this beautiful amiability!

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend.

All of us have ways in which we mask and cover our pain.

People feel like they have to hide their true colors to please the people around them.

It's crazy the things a person can pretend not to notice.