Quotes About Facade

The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.

It is a great advantage to be intelligent and not to look it.

The eye is diverted from the real business, it is caught by the spectacular action that means nothing--nothing at all.

It was borne in upon her audience that the outside of Jane's charming head was distinctly superior to the inside.

The Ritz Hotel was grand, sophisticated, and established, unlike me. The only thing we had in common was façade. Mine may not have been as ornate but it was equally phony. I was presenting myself as an escort; I advertised as one, negotiated like one on the phone, and I identified as one to whoever was interested. I even simulated sex for escort rates.

This is probably true of human life everywhere - a light exterior hides a dark underside.

Every time I imagine a garden in an architectural setting, it turns into a magical place. I think of gardens I have seen, that I believe I have seen, that I long to see, surrounded by simple walls, columns, arcades or the facades of buildings - sheltered places of great intimacy where I want to stay for a long time.

If the walls were cracking, I'd plastered the surface back to smoothness. If the floor tiles were crumbling, I'd replaced them. If the roof was leaking, I'd patched the leaks. I'd pretended that, because the "house" still appeared okay, all was okay. Nothing had changed; all had been fixed. Nothing else needed to change.

Seeing Mattie sitting across from me was a new kind of pain. She put on a good face for me,

I look much more civilized than I actually am.

I don't say that the supposed Civil Rights development is a myth, but it's a matter of dealing with reality. It's purely peripheral and, in many cases, it's just a facade.

I was suppressed for many years. From the outside, you'd think I had a very normal life.

Generally speaking, talk to any stand-up comedian, the people in this world who are the brightest and have the biggest smile often are struggling with a lot of things under the surface.

To what purpose is it to be artificially happy on the surface?

L.A. is a very strange place. On the surface, it has an innocent appearance, like the stranger with the pleasant face that smiles and shakes your hand. But then you learn it is actually a lot less nice than you think, and there's a whole deeper, darker level.

I think my cruelty hides beneath the surface a lot more than Sue Sylvester's.

Getting under the surface of real-life humans' poker faces humans is hard in a sitcom, even a drama.

A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)

Her whole body shivered and her face fell apart like a bride's pie crust. She put it together again slowly, as if lifting a great weight, by sheer will power. The smile came back, with a couple of corners badly bent.

her face fell apart like a bride's pie crust.

Wade said hello here and there and people seemed glad to see him. But by that time they would have been glad to see Pittsburgh Phil with his custom-built ice-pick. Life was just one great big vaudeville show.

She tried to keep a cute little smile on her face but her face was too tired to be bothered.

Oh yes, we Londoners pretend to be all civilized and cultured, a beacon to the world, but it's all lies. We're rotten.

vapidity was an excellent disguise for many qualities.