William Faulkner Quotes

People are not what they seem. Some of them are sweet and kind to you, but that's not their real face.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

It’s amazing what lies people can sustain behind the mask of their real faces.

Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.

Depth must be hidden. Where? On the surface.

I'm really good at pretending.

I'm just very good at pretending.

Eyes lie if you ever look into them for the character of the person.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show. False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not.

Fair speech may hide a foul heart.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning.

I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.

We wear the mask that grins and lies.

..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.

It's a saying they have, that a man has a false heart in his mouth for the world to see, another in his breast to show to his special friends and his family, and the real one, the true one, the secret one, which is never known to anyone except to himself alone, hidden only God knows where.

Great hatred can be concealed in the countenance, and much in a kiss.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

A rogue does not laugh in the same way that an honest man does; a hypocrite does not shed the tears of a man of good faith. All falsehood is a mask; and however well made the mask may be, with a little attention we may always succeed in distinguishing it from the true face.

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

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

There are many wise men that have secret hearts and transparent countenances.