Quotes About Pretend

One thing I've learned over the years is that nobody really wants my good advice. They just pretend to listen to it." "Probably because most people just want to whine about their problems. They don't want to actually take the hard actions that will fix those problems.

To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one doesn't have. One implies a presence, the other an absence. But it is more complicated than that because simulating is not pretending

To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one doesn't have.

I just really enjoy the ritual of going to work and playing, which is essentially what we do. We play pretend. Acting is a kids' game.

Auditioning for people you know is way more stressful than auditioning for people you don't know. And you have to pretend that you don't know because they're just staring at you.

And they all pretend they're Orphans And their memory's like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream

Why does Mr. Harsch hate you?" Reuben asked, somewhat absently, for he was only partly listening. He'd never been in a motorboat and was preoccupied by the rumble of the engine, the smell of exhaust fumes now drifting astern, the lovely rush of water along the sides. "Or, I mean, pretend to hate you?" "Who can say?" Jack replied with a shrug. "Maybe because I keep borrowing his boat." They

If you refused to look, it was easy to pretend it wasn't happening.

The rules: Nobody mentions the abyss. Nobody goes near the abyss. Everyone pretends the abyss does not exist anymore. Everyone acts like they hear absolutely zero whispers and feel zero weirdness coming from the creepy big dark hole.)

Just because you pretend the universe doesn't have teeth doesn't mean you won't get eaten in the end.

We pretend to be strong because we are weak.

You must be the person you have never had the courage to be. Gradually, you will discover that you are that person, but until you can see this clearly, you must pretend and invent.

Why should I listen to my heart ? Because you will never again be able to keep it quite . Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you .

The dream is so pleasant: to extend a limited sub-portion of yourself into a simulated world and pretend for a while that you are blissfully less. Less than an omniscient being.

Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going.

What they don't realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it. If I didn't pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc's estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

You can't play pretend forever.

if you live your life always afraid, always with danger on your heels, it is not so difficult to pretend away more danger. I know that, but I didn't think, of all people, Cardan would, too.

What they don't realise is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle in to my bones, and ignore it. If I didn't pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc's estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

What if,' he says, mischief in his eyes, 'in the interest of saving time, we pretend that we've played twice more and I won once, so you owe me a dance. But you won the second time, so if you have anything else to ask me, you may.' They are teasing words, and I am suddenly in a teasing mood.

Will you tell me about the constellations?' I asked him. 'I thought you didn't like me,' he said. 'I can pretend,' I told him. 'For one night.

It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him.

I like you," I tell him. "I like playing pretend with you." "Pretend?" he echoes, as though he's not sure if I'm insulting him. ... "Of course we're pretending! We don't belong together, but it's fun anyway.

Coward that I am, I flee. My heart thundering, my hands shaking. But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.