Quotes About Facade

The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something--most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning--

The room rang full of her artificial laughter.

As always, what mattered was the maintenance of the twin-track Irish mind. Reality could continue on its own sweet way, so long as it was not reflected in what the state said about itself. The façade was much more important than the building.

I'm good at disguising my feelings.

Everyone's more vulnerable than they seem, and I think men are more vulnerable. Once you get close to a man, the whole thing's a facade anyway. I think manhood is fragile.

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in gay, fine colours, that are but skin-deep.

It's not as if I never used to get under pressure. That is nonsense. It's just that my looks gave an appearance, and people didn't think I was tense.

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

What's personality anyway? A mask of emotions, superimposed on the body and the intellect.

Porque se decía que si el «millonario melancólico y taciturno» veía que él le miraba el trasero a las criadas, deduciría de ello que no estaba tan preocupado como para merecer su compasión. Tan es así, que Erdosain esperaba que el «millonario melancólico y taciturno» lo mandara llamar de un momento a otro al observar su semblante de músculos endurecidos por el sufrimiento de tantos años.

Y Erdosain remiró aquel rostro casi redondo, con laxitud de paz, y en la que sólo denunciaba al hombre de acción de chispa burlona, movediza, en el fondo de los ojos, y ese movimiento de levantar una ceja más que otra al escuchar al que hablaba. Erdosain distinguió a un costado, entre el saco y la camisa de seda que usaba el Rufián, el cabo negro de un revólver. Indudablemente, en la vida, los rostros significan poca cosa.

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Honor and courtesy and justice…they are not real, Fitz. We all pretend to them, and hold them up like shields. But they guard only against folk who carry the same shields. Against those who have discarded them, they are no shields at all, but only additional weapons to use against their victims.

His smile was constant, which was a signal—you only smile when something makes you smile. If you smile all the time, you're hiding something.

he knew that the face someone showed the world could be at odds with the psyche.

Emily looked into his eyes. They were blank, unreadable. That was the worst kind of person, the scariest—the one who'd learned to keep his feelings out of his eyes. Or who didn't feel anything at all. Emily had known people like that; they were the destroyers. They took things—everything you worked for, all your silly dreams—and smashed them beneath their boots for no reason at all.

I should have been sending up flares, instead I was offering smiles.

What's interesting is the families that pretend to be happy, that have a carefully constructed facade, just barely propped up by secrets and lies. One breath and it all falls down. I can't wait to see yours crumble.

You thought we were the most outstanding students in our freshman class. You were wrong. We are pretenders.

Myth is history in a masquerade costume. Peel away the fantastical facade, and you will always find a core of truth. Adrien Morel

He "has so happy a faculty of appearing to accommodate and yet carrying his point, that if he was really not one of the best-intentioned men in the world, he might be a very dangerous one," observed Abigail Adams.

His eyes look as if he's pawned his real ones and is wearing paste.

he never comprehended the desperation in her dazzling, permanent smile, the terror in the brightness with which she faced the world, or the reasons why she hid when she couldn't manage to beam.

Strength is an empty shell.