Quotes About Masquerade

O que você mentir eu acredito, eu disse, que nem marcha antiga de Carnaval.

When I'm up to something I find it very hard to realize that I probably look no different from the way I look on other occasions.

Yet she knew too that she was deeply discontented and she sometimes suffered fierce feral moods of confused yearning during which it seemed to her that her whole life was a masquerade and that she was piously acting the part of a kindly affectionate serviceable woman who was just not herself.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

The bases for historical knowledge are not empirical facts but written texts, even if these texts masquerade in the guise of wars or revolutions.

Dear God, please don't close my eyes to realities. I'd rather stand aware and trembling before each betrayal, face--diminished and disappointed--every lie. Don't, God, allow me to become susceptible to some crafty masquerade. In my bed, I'd rather lay in darkness between myself and my self...touching only uncertainty or holding on to You.

he smelled like somebody trying to smell like somebody else.

From every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body, your heart. You learned you didn't have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince.

After the dark I shall live again, and there will be women. The future holds the little women for me in the lives I am yet to live. And though the stars drift, and the heavens lie, ever remains woman, resplendent, eternal, the one woman, as I, under all my masquerades and misadventures, am the one man, her mate

During a carnival, men put masks over their masks.

But whenever the War Department supplies the funding, part the curtains and you'll see the needs of conflict masquerading as the needs of science.

By the time it has gotten dressed, it has become he; has become already more or less George — though still not the whole George they demand and are prepared to recognize. Those who call him on the phone at this hour of the morning would be bewildered, maybe even scared, if they could realize what this three-quarters-human thing is what they are talking to. But, of course, they never could—its voice's mimicry of their George is nearly perfect.

What better hiding place for the true Templar than in the crowd of his caricatures?

A frightful exchange of metaphors took place between the maskers and the crowd.

As I set my foot upon the path leading to that little brown house, I felt like an impostor. Surely, I had no business here. This was the house of another man. A man I remembered. A person of moral certainty, and some measure of wisdom, whom many called courageous. How could I masquerade as such a one? For I was a fool, a coward, uncertain of everything.

Life was theater, and impressions one made on spectators were what counted. Public leaders had to become actors or characters, masters of masquerade.

Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.

He wouldn't have seen the wolf in redneck clothing.

I may have been dressed as a falcon, but I'll tell you what. I felt like the biggest

That mask of Wilder's

But now he knew the truth—there were no adults. There were just tall children stumbling around the world, walking pools of unfinished hopes, unmet needs, and seething desires. The unsuccessful ones ended up in asylums. The ones who learned to masquerade those needs became politicians.

Females of domestic reputation lounged upon the balconies they passed with faces gotten up in indigo and almagre gaudy as the rumps of apes and they peered from behind their fans with a kind of lurid coyness like transvestites in a madhouse.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

All this time, masquerading as a nice, well-bred girl when I was a stream in flood, a length of fire, the fall of a hawk.