False Facade Quotes

Our greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

In reality most people aren't as perfect as they want to seem.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

The ravening wolves are amongst us, from our own membership, and they, more than any others, are clothed in sheep's clothing, because they wear the habiliments of the priesthood…We should be careful of them.

How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!

It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

I've always been full of nervous energy, but I'm not really as happy as I seem.

I'm a very positive person, but this whole concept of having to always be nice, always smiling, always happy, that's not real. It was like I was wearing a mask. I was becoming this perfectly chiselled sculpture, and that was bad. That took a long time to understand.

Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.

I have learned to smile when I wasn't happy, to sing when I didn't feel like it, and to do things just to please my fans.

I know that even the meanest person has still at his disposition high-sounding words wherewith to mask his real character.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.

One man pretends to be rich, yet has nothing; another pretends to be poor, yet has great wealth.

It is the beginning of all true criticism of our time to realize that it has really nothing to say, at the very moment when it has invented so tremendous a trumpet for saying it.

A pig painted gold is still a pig.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.

Whenever I find myself in an exceptionally beautiful environment, I can't help asking myself - what lies beneath? I'm fascinated by the idea of a perfect surface concealing a rotten core.

You can be dressed the best and have a wicked heart.

The Tao of Jen was very much the Tao of hiding everything that didn't look good. The Tao of Jen is wearing a cocktail dress with underwear with holes in it. The Tao of Jen is all style and no substance.

Dignity is a mask we wear to hide our ignorance.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.