Quotes About Disguise

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

Men don't change. They just learn to disguise the lack of change.

Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

But when she got undressed, it was a big old mess, Sheena was a man...

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

A great ruff brushed his firm jaw; his supple prowl had become a conscious elegance, as though he had put on majesty as a whore puts on paint, as a mask and as a weapon.

Scratch a schoolboy and you find a savage.

he knew that the cruelest of blows too often came with a smile.

At the beginning of the twentieth century barbarism can throw off its gentle disguise, and burn a man at the stake as complacently as in the Middle Ages.

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise and shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes; but when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, how wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

There are some people in the world, and the reason they're not in jail is because they've learned how to hide it.

Luchaba contra su tristeza pero trataba de ocultarlo, de dividirla en trozos cada vez más pequeños para poder esparcirlos donde creía que nadie iba a encontrarlos. Sin embargo, yo me los encontraba a menudo —con el tiempo, aprendí dónde mirar— e intentaba que encarajaran entre sí.

Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.

everything that is deep loves the mask

Después de todo, ¿qué es una mentira? No es sino la verdad enmascarada», escribió Byron.

Lo que habían intercambiado no era amor; Rob lo sabía. Sin embargo, había sido tan buen sustito del amor

There were cats; cats I was wildly attached to — my husband and I spoke in cat voices. Once the marriage was over, I never thought of the cats again (until I wrote about them in a novel and disguised them as hamsters).

As a rule of thumb, I'd say one cliché per [Romance]--and then be damn sure you can make it work. But if you're going to try to write the virginal amnesiac twin disguised as a boy mistaken for the mother (or father depending how well the disguise works) of a secret baby, honey, you better have some serious skills. Or seek therapy.

In the way our world is, everybody shoulder to shoulder, people knowing everything about you at first glance, a good veil is your tinted limousine window. The unlisted number for your face. Behind a good veil, you could be anyone.

It's a Cinderella story, only at midnight she turns back into a fugitive.

It's so ob­vi­ous he's try­ing to pass as a nor­mal hap­py per­son.

So many masks. Was she the only one who had no secret life, no other self in marrow or mind?