Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
I thought that I was in heaven But I was sure surprised Heaven help me, I didn't see The devil in your eyes You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You're the devil in disguise Oh yes you are The devil in disguise
When you're kept out of the adult world, it's a blessing in disguise.
I don't believe in the reality of painting, so I use different styles like clothes: it's a way to disguise myself.
Love can be the most dreadful disguise that hate assumes.
This is my disguise, but it doesn't work.
A broken spoon may be a fork in disguise.
I guess I was a little bit nervous, because there seemed to be so much secrecy with Ben [Stiller] wanting to make sure that it was a surprise when we walked out on the [Valentino] runway. I remember showing up at Place Vendôme and doing the fitting and seeing the pajamas that I was going to wear - which I like very much - and seeing Ben arrive kind of in disguise.
A person's true nature will reveal itself despite disguise.
Very often when I am introduced to women, I think, What is she really like behind the disguise which she wears? And very often I discover that she is pleasant enough, and probably would expand and glow if she received enough affection.
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
If you are trying to fool a farsighted or dimwitted person, a veiled facial disguise might be enough.
I'm always in disguise in one form or another in my plays.
The true historical genius, to our thinking, is that which can see the nobler meaning of events that are near him, as the true poet is he who detects the divine in the casual; and we somewhat suspect the depth of his insight into the past who cannot recognize the godlike of to-day under that disguise in which it always visits us.
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise for which we are later, in the fullness of time and understanding, very grateful for!
Honesty is the most subversive of all disguises.
Love at first sight is a revival of an infantile impression. The first love object reappears in a different disguise.
No specter assails us in more varied disguises than loneliness, and one of its most impenetrable masks is called love.
This war, disguise it as they may, is virtually nothing more or less than perpetual slavery against universal freedoms.
Some souls are ennobled and elevated by seeming misfortunes, which then become blessings in disguise.