Quotes About Facade

If you're getting fucked, then you're getting fucked. But if you're getting fucked by someone who's smiling, then you're really getting fucked.

We pretend to be strong because we are weak.

One face to the world, another at home - makes for misery.

I can't really act the way I want to act, or say what I want to say all the time. And a lot of times, I cover that up with a smile.

It may look perfect, but that's one thing I have learned about life is that it isn't always what it looks.

Appearance in disguise hides the original form.

I seemed tranquil but I was extremely agitated, my face hurt with the effort of smiling.

Guardami» mormorò, «so di essere cattiva a dirti queste cose, ma lui è assai più cattivo di me. Ha la cattiveria peggiore, quella della superficialità».

Tutto insomma tremolava, si inarcava come per cambiare i connotati, non farsi riconoscere negli odi accumulati, nelle tensioni, nelle brutture, e mostrare invece una faccia nuova.

Half the work that is done in this world is to make things appear what they are not.

Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.

A vile person also has a pleasant smile often on own face.

People who always cast a Like vote on an uploaded person's face on social networking sites but not that he honestly says are just frienemies who are often worse than enemies.

Rejig or shuffling of members is usually like juggling the same odd (old/new) balls from one hand to another for whiling away time & entertaining the dumbo audience that something magical is happening,but actually nothing.

Giving it those ones' is Delhi School of Architecture slang for 'faking it big time'.

I'm a good actor.

Appearances are often deceiving.

Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.

My face is so slim that it is the most deceptive part of my body. Looking at my face, people think I am a very thin and delicate person.

Everyone thinks Lily Allen is this brash, bold, funny person. It was all just a bit of a facade and bravado.

The smile that folded the puffed eyelids and creased the sagging cheeks was fixed and forced. I'd seen such smiles in mortuaries on the false face of death. It reminded me that I was going to grow old and die.

I found when I followed the driveway around to the back that behind its imposing front it was just another tract house, as if the architect had tried to combine a southern plantation mansion with the slave quarters.

On the other side of the tracks - the tracks were there - the business section wore its old Spanish facades like icing on a stale cake.

You can pretend to be serious you can't pretend to be witty.