Quotes About Disguise

The business friend did not recognize the sewerman, which was not surprising as the man's face was no more than a shining turd.

True Yogis, from their seat of equipoise, ser all this World as an equal manifestation of God's creative energy—men, women, children, turnips, bedrugs, coral: it's all God in disguise. But the Yogis believe that a human life is a very special opportunity, because only in a human form and only with a human mind can God-realization ever occur. The turnips, the bedrugs, the coral—they never get a chance to find out who they really are. But we do have that chance.

The torment of personal relations. Nothing new there except in the disguise, and in the escape on the wings of adjectives. Sweet to be pierced by daggers at the end of paragraphs.

One, he said, ticking points off on his fingers. You are no longer a whore. Two, you wore a mask , you little idiot--no one will recognize you if you don't tell them your past. Three, I love you. Four, you love me. Five--he tapped his thumb against his chin--well, I really don't have a fifth reason, but I should think the first four are sufficient.

For the last three days I've seen you at dawn," he said against Cat's hair, stealing down your stairs like a shadow. You're all but hidden by equipment. Are the baggy jeans and sweatshirt a disguise to keep off predatory males?" "It's cold at dawn." "Not if you're in the right bed.

The man's name tag read SLY LILYHANDS

I do not doubt he has a low opinion of women too. Gallantry is often a cloak for contempt.

And Ferris had watched Alec go past him out of the door noted the bones...but he never would have connected that ragged man with the honey-and-acid creature who'd insulted him at Diane's house.

Ze hoeft alleen maar haar bril af te zetten en de aardige Claire Norton verandert in haar verbazingwekkende alter ego: de Blinde Vink! - Claire

But if you happen to see Owen Zabriskie tomorrow, shake his hand for me." "Okay, but Aunt Esther..." "What?" Emma cupped her hand over the phone. "I was just wondering. About Mom. Did you really tell her she was a good player?" "Yes, I did," Aunt Esther said. "It was a terrible lie. She was the worst player I ever saw in my whole life." "She catches and throws just like a chicken," Emma whispered. "I know.

He, the true writer, is the department store dummy at the very center of the whole establishment, the one left alone on display all night, a price tag stapled to every piece of clothing they've yanked onto him, binoculars and frog flippers included. He is the neutral, generic human form, the gray center who must always assume disguises — in order to be seen and, therefore, to feel himself.

I know in the spy movies it always looks really cool when the operative goes from a maid's uniform to a slinky, sexy, ballgown in the amount of time it takes an elevator to climb three floors. Well, I don't know how it is for TV spies, but I can tell you that even with Velcro, the art of the quick change is one that must take a lot of practice (not to mention better lighting than one is likely to find in a tunnel that was once part of the underground railroad).

Don't mind me," I said. "I'm just the person who tried to rob the place last July." "No, you diddn't," Abby said, appearing on the roof. She was wearing a trim suit and tall black boots. Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail at the nape of her neck, and either i was imagining things or Townsend wasn't quite as good a spy as I thought, because I could have sworn I saw him drool a little. Note to self: your aunt is a hottie.

Hush, little princess, wait and see. No one's gonna know that you are me.

Kat had already passed for a Franciscan nun during a particularly difficult job in Vatican City).

A lot of the people who saw me in the 'Lethal Weapon' movies didn't even know I was a singer.

The president's poking fun at himself over what goes down. I thought it was a good-natured performance. It made him look good. But he certainly doesn't disguise the record on weapons of mass destruction. And you feel like saying to people, Just get over it.

I would wear the blue overalls of the fieldworker and often wore round, rimless glasses known as Mazzawati teaglasses. I had a car, and I wore a chauffeur's cap with my overalls. The pose of chauffeur was convenient because I could travel under the pretext of driving my master's car.

I don't like being recognised. Shopping, I often wear glasses and a scarf.

If I wear a hat and sunglasses, not as many people recognize me.

In the '80s, I wore these glasses because I was trying to look like a square to outsmart the po-po, you feel me? It was what we call 'throw off methods.' So I wear little glasses.

When I go back to Japan it's a little bit crazy. I usually have to wear a hat and glasses otherwise I cannot go through the streets.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

If I had the uniform on, you didn't doubt for a moment I was a pilot. No one ever blinked an eye if I tried to cash a cheque wearing that uniform.