#mask

Don't you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this? ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#life

It's absolutely of no importance who or what V was under the mask. He isn't a who or a what, he's an idea. The thing is, you couldn't continue it. Now and then the idea of a sequel has been raised, in vague forms, but I think it would be a bad idea. The story's finished. ↗

— David Lloyd

#bad #bad idea #been #continue #finished

Well, when I was a kid, if my father was witnessing something that he thought was particularly outrageous or he was looking at some sort of a question that he thought lacked proper definition, he would say, Well, at least Jesse James had the honor to wear a mask. ↗

— Richard Neal

#father #had #honor #i #james

The best advice my dad ever gave me is that acting is believing. Acting is not acting. It isn't putting on a face and dancing around in a mask. It's believing that you are that character and playing him as if it were a normal day in the life of that character. ↗

— Haley Joel Osment

#advice #around #believing #best #character

The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate. ↗

— Sara Quin

#masking-beauty #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin-sara-quin #under-feet-like-ours #welcome-home

When the pope sits on the chamber pot to shit, does he believe in his own infallibility? Does not every imposter occasionally recognize his own hairy, homely humanity? Perhaps not; worn long enough, sometimes the Mask of Authority becomes the man. Even looking in a mirror, he will see the sacred Mask and not his own ordinary human face. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#home

I winced. I just said "creamed." I felt so deprived and miserably virginal. ↗

— Hayden Thorne

#masks #virginal #funny

I try to imagine keeping something like that a secret for my whole life. It would be like always wearing a mask over your face, which everyone believed was the real you. You would be the only person who knew it wasn't--and who knew that you could never take it off. ↗

— Liz Kessler

#imagination

I thought by masking the depression with silence, the feelings might disappear. ↗

— Sharon E. Rainey

#feelings #mask #life

Three weeks was apparently time enough to fall in love, but not long enough to fall out of love. Meg had this unfortunate truth drummed into her head each morning when she woke, hoping this would be the day that she forgot about Alex, this would be the day she could get on with her life and put Edinburgh behind her. She grimaced. Three weeks, three years, it didn’t make a difference. She would remember. Everything. ↗

— Monica McCarty

#meg #monica-mccarty #life