Quotes About Facade

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

But that perfect little world you thought you were witnessing? It was mostly lies. My smiles and sweetness, my big hugs and happy hashtags: it was all a juicy, duplicitous trick for you to share and discuss and gobble up. And those lies were what destroyed me, plain and simple.

Rot beneath the veneer.

Maybe 90 percent of the time it looks like I'm not having a good time.

Usted me odia y no puede disimularlo, dijo Roger Casement. El sheriff, después de un momento de sorpresa, asintió, con una mueca que por un instante descompuso su cara abotargada

They looked happy, but, of course, that didn't say much. Everyone smiles for a photograph.

Appearance is never not, at some level, artifice.

She was watching Aunt Morgen carefully, looking at the big earnest ugly face and the false little smile and the mouth still a little open, and she thought, people shouldn't ever look closely at one another, they're not like pictures.

He reflected that Fran had an unsurpassed show-window display but not much on the shelves inside.

Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too.

We live merely on the crust or rind of things.

It's immeasurably easier to live in a world that's all surfaces, that means nothing and demands nothing of you.

We're all monsters, sweetheart. Some of us just hide it better than others.

Some people can be so generous when they give nothing away!

A coat of paint and a quote of words both make cosmetic differences.

They see me smile, but the don't know what I feel inside.

They can't see your painThey can't see your sadness They will smile if you smile to themThey will leave you if you frown to them

She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn't really a smile at all, and they went on.

un etica che gli imponeva di offrire al mondo tiranno visi sempre inespressivi, rigidi e spenti.

He reminds me of Robin Williams at the end of Dead Poets Society - there's a little smile on his face, but you know he's actually as sad as he's ever been in his whole life.

Mystery — a word we use to deceive others, to convince them we are "deeper" than they are.

Things do not pass for what they are, but for what they seem. Most things are judged by their jackets.

How to describe what she felt as she stood at the head of an all-new cobblestone drive looking at the rebuilt facade of what had once been a weary old Cape? There was relief that the hard work was done, and surprise—always surprise—that everything had come together so well. There was also a sense of ownership. Caroline hadn't asked to be the mouthpiece of the show, but after nearly ten years as host, it was her baby as much as anyone's. Gut

He was always acting, always enveloping himself in artificiality, perhaps to conceal the volcano within.