Quotes About Masking

I just want one day to go by where I'm not pretending to be happy.

Pretending is my best friend because it is the one that lets me be anything and at the same time hides what is real.

Pretending to be okay is a natural defense mechanism of the mind. A persons way of attempting to remains strong!

A glover will only ever want the skin, the surface, the outer layer. Everything else is useless, an inconvenience, an unnecessary mess. She thinks of the private cruelty behind something as beautiful and perfect as a glove.

I'm a simple person who hides thousand feelings behind one wide, happy smile.

Always hold your head up high, even if on the inside you're about to cry. Pretend that nothings wrong at all, close your eyes before you fall. If you cant see it, it's not there, this is life, and its not fair.

I can't do this anymore. Pretend that everything's great. Act like there's nothing to hate. Wipe away every tear. Run away from my fears. Talk like everything's okay. Live like there's nothing wrong with today.

I act like I'm fine. Everyone thinks I'm okay, yet when the lights are off & I'm all alone, that is when the tears start to fall.

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don't know why we are sad, so we say we aren't sad but we really are.

Every heart has pain only the way of expressing is different. Fools hide it in tears while the brilliant hides in their smile.

Normal = neutral expression concealing existential despair and brain-crushing boredom.)

I had my helmet plate opaqued, so I could wince a lot without any of them knowing.

it is more properly understood as a masking of the self that is a constructed identity, a character. When the ego is too dominant, it prevents people from knowing their true identity and, as a result, interferes with an individual's ability to make informed and clear distinctions between authentic reality and contrived reality, and to act accordingly.

This was, I would later realise, a planet of things wrapped inside things. Food inside wrappers. Bodies inside clothes. Contempt inside smiles. Everything was hidden away.

You are walking around with your head on fire and no one can see the flames.

She had loved no one, and no one had loved her back. She had been empty, her life had been empty, walking around, faking some kind of human normality like a sentient mannequin of despair. Just the bare bones of getting through.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I stared at my face until it was not my face. I went back to the table and sat down and I did not say how I was feeling to anyone. To say how I was feeling would lead to feeling more of what I was feeling.

You know how I conceal my pain talk so much and laugh a lot"

She'd learned to be composed in public, even as she was once again most likely falling apart.

I got it together, of course. I always did. I pushed away what shamed me and made me unhappy, and I smoothed out the rest to make a pretty, perfect surface. It was getting harder and harder to do.

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

The Man With Two Faces

Just as human productivity is masked in the figure of the indebted, in the figure of the mediatized resides mystified and depotentialized human intelligence.

I think cynicism often disguises itself as humour.