Concealed Emotions Quotes

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

Anger is always - always - fear in disguise.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.

So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes, is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise?

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

Because you showed one face to all the rest of the world, and another to me.

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine

He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.

You'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

Annabeth recognized something else in her face, too - in the hard set of her mouth and the deliberate way she raised her chin like she was ready to accept any challenge. Reyna was forcing a look of courage, while holding back a mixture of hopefulness and worry and fear that she couldn't show in public. Annabeth knew that expression. She saw it every time she looked in a mirror.

If people only knew how much I secretly hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.

It’s lucky no one else knows what our most secret thoughts are. We’d all be seen for the cunning, self-aggrandizing fools we are.

A relationship could be a place to hide too.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

I love the way she projects two facets: a visible persona and a subterranean one. She keeps her thoughts to herself; she seems to suggest that her secret, inner life is at least as significant as the appearance she gives.

The truth of a man is first and foremost what he hides.

Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.