Masking Reality Quotes

For a moment, the lie becomes truth.

All I can say is anybody who's spent most of his life living a lie is not somebody I admire.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

The mask, given time, comes to be the face itself

To fake it is to stand guard over emptiness.

My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

The same old hypocrisy. Life is a fight, and the strongest wins. All civilization does is hide the blood and cover up the hate with pretty words!

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

Concealment is the foe of tranquility.

Photographs can reveal something to us, and they can also conceal things.

I was living a life of a lie, I really was.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

America is a country that has been skating for ages on its unparalleled ability to look marvelous on the outside.

As long as there have been men and they have lived, they have all felt this tragic ambiguity of their condition, but as long as there have been philosophers and they have thought, most of them have tried to mask it.

Playing with appearances and mastering the arts of deception are among the aesthetic pleasures of life. They are also key components in the acquisition of power.

Bruce lives a lie. She is not a lie. I can't do it anymore.

It's quite simple really. Being always transcends appearance-that which only seems to be. Once you begin to know the being behind the very pretty or very ugly face, as determined by your bias, the surface appearances fade away until they simple no longer matter. That is why Elousia is such a wonderful name. God, who is the ground of all being, dwells in, around, and through all things-ultimately emerging as the real-and appearances that mask that reality will fall away.

Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.

I've always believed you can get closer to the truth by pretending not to speak it.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

Growing up, there was a lot of pressure to live up to certain expectations and money as if I was rich and stuff. It was a bit of a facade.

With us the disguise must be complete. The familiar identity of things has to be pulverized in order to destroy the finite associations with which our society increasingly enshrouds every aspect of our environment.

You can be so dignified that you obscure the reality of what is going on.