Quotes About Facade

I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do.

A smile simply does not mean the person is happy. They can be the most upset, angry, and depressed person you have ever seen on the inside. Don't ignore someone because they are smiling. They might still need you.

A smile can hide so many feelings. Fear, sadness, heartbreak... But it also shows one other thing, strength.

You can fake a smile just to hide the pain but there's no way you can fake the tears.

I may have a smile on my face, but have you ever looked into my eyes?

The hardest part in life is trying to show the smile you know is fake and to hide the tears that wont stop.

I put on this happy face like, 'Hey, everything is cool...' but the pitiful truth is there is this little something inside me that just won't let this pain go.

I may smile, but I'm bleeding inside.

You never know when someone is faking a smile just to make you feel good...

Some people just act like they are trying to help you..

Fake people will wish you the best, just as long as that best benefits them.

Fake people are like pennies, two-faced and worthless.

If you're going to be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.

I am always saying 'Glad to have met you.' to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.

Incessant smiling is one of the deadly tools used by someone whose intent is to make others cry.

Everything isn't exactly what it seems from the outside.

All my life, people have asked me what I was so mad about. 'Why you so mad?' And I was never mad. I'm not mad, I just look mad.

I am the false character that follows the name around.

At first I thought they were playing to an

Sometimes the surface is the safest place to be.

Thus, in a Pageant Show, a Plot is made; And Peace it self is War in Masquerade.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

We are hiding, every last one of us. Well aware that we, too, are not what we were meant to be, desperately afraid of exposure, terrified of being seen for what we are and are not, we have run off into the bushes. We hide in our office, at the gym, behind the newspaper and mostly behind our personality. Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.