Quotes About Facade

It is queer the fantastic things that quite good people will do in order to keep up their appearance of calm pococurantism.

But decent augurs grin behind their masks. They never preach to each other.

A beautiful face can mask great evil...

their faces masked by smiles.

The surfaces fool us.

Je n'avais encore jamais vu un sourire aussi immuable et je me demandais si elle l'enlevait pour dormir.

Remember - when you came back from the states thirty years ago, and you had caught on to the importance of putting up a good front, and keeping it up at all costs. Yes, and you make a bundle of those wrapping papers of yours! And now you yourself are nothing but wrapping paper. With nothing inside.

And you can't judge men by what they when they take off their pants. For their really filthy tricks they dress up--they even put on uniforms, flags and decorations.

He was a faulty judge of character, a prevaricator, a child at heart. He went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch.

Any power she owned lay in her feigned indifference.

This world, I assure you, is only a vast device for kidding the world!

It was getting harder to fake the smile, harder to make the effort.

The powerful and the strong are not always what they seem.

am discovering her pretenses. She is always smiling, gay, but underneath she feels unreal, remote, detached from experience. She acts as if she were asleep. She is trying to awaken by falling into bed with anyone who invites her.

She was always kind of sad, even when she smiled.

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work but important.

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets...

Fine...a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.

Cuando no puedes salvarte a ti mismo o a tu corazón, ayuda ser capaz de salvar las apariencias.

Johannes Burchard. The only man in Rome whose face remains the same be it perfume or shit under his nose.

All that glitters is not hovery.

Welch Schauspiel! aber ach! ein Schauspiel nur!

And show me the man who is ill-tempered and yet is good enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy all around him!

Their smiles never lit up their eyes, and