Quotes About Facade

You can only force a smile for so long until it becomes a grimace.

One point about understanding Donald Trump is that he is always representing something which has only a casual connection to what he actually is.

The dramatic art would appear to be rather a feminine art; it contains in itself all the artifices which belong to the province ofwoman: the desire to please, facility to express emotions and hide defects, and the faculty of assimilation which is the real essence of woman.

Facades were heavy armor in the end. They might protect you, but they took a great deal of strength to lug around.

Sensitive people faced with the prospect of a camera portrait put on a face they think is the one they would like to show to the world... Every so often what lies behind the facade is rare and more wonderful than the subject knows or dares to believe.

I always liked the idea that America is a big facade. We are all insects crawling across on the shiny hood of a Cadillac. We're all looking at the wrapping. But we won't tear the wrapping to see what lies beneath.

Her head had turned quickly away...Not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.

Se asombraba algunas veces de las atroces conjeturas que se le pasaban por la cabeza; y tenía que seguir sonriendo, oír cómo le repetían lo feliz que era, fingir serlo, hacerlo creer.

Wanneer het totalitarisme aan de macht is, gebruikt het de staat als uiterlijke façade om het land in de niet-totalitaire wereld te representeren.[...]Ze moet de schijn van normaliteit en gezond verstand ophouden tegenover de normale buitenwereld.

She hit me with a smile so wooden I could have knocked on it for luck.

I remember reading the book in high school and always thinking of Gatsby as this strong, stoic, suave, mysterious man who had everything under control. But when I read it as an adult, I realised he is a hollow man, a shell of a person trying to find meaning, who is not completely in touch with reality.

I don't want to lie. I dislike dishonesty. And I work in Hollywood, a town and a business that relies on a lot of falsehoods with people hiding behind different facades. I don't want to be a part of that.

Now all that's left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.

It's easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it's lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.

There was a great deal of skill in her smile, a smile meant to make a boy who had done nothing with his life make him feel accomplis and remarkable-vile even.

There was a great deal of skill in her smile, a smile meant to make a boy who had done nothing with his life feel accomplished and remarkable- vile, even.

She had grown so accustomed to this exterior that she didn't always remember what truly lay underneath. Nor did she particularly want to. Why fester in disillusion, bewilderment, and anger when she could float above and pretend to be this sunny, charming girl instead?

Someone loved this girl, this utterly useless girl, loved her enough to go on wooing her, even though she was being paraded before all of Europe for takers. A moment of stark despair descended upon her that she would never know such love, that she would go through life sustained only by her facade of invincibility. Then she came to her senses. Love was for fools. Gigi Rowland was many things, but she was never a fool.

Her smiles were her armor. They were a necessity. But of course, a man like him wouldn't know the difference.

To show a mask and mirror to the world, and never let them see you're hurting.

the body is nothing but camouflage.

It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.

Outward appearances mean everything.

Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.