When I take on a character, it's a sacrifice. There's something that you give up every time. I want to become these characters, and I want to be mysterious, but if you know too much about me, it's not going to be too much fun watching me play a character, because it's just going to be me with a mask on, instead of you believing what the mask is.
A lot of people don't know that I love to love. To have a different kind of mask on me where people feel like I'm not a loving individual. I just love to love, I love everything and everybody, I'm about peace that's my spirit.
Meekness is the mask of malice.
When I just want to be free, I'll wear the Banderas outfit and the mask and touch myself. On the chest. Only on the chest. I just want to feel the silky silks.
Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.
We never get far from wealth and all of its masks when we deal with power.
Give a man a mask and he’ll tell you the truth.
We wear the mask that grins and lies.
The most odious of all oppressions are those which mask as justice.
Truth at last cannot be hidden. Dissimulation is of no avail. Dissimulation is to no purpose before so great a judge. Falsehood puts on a mask. Nothing is hidden under the sun.
All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.
Although I know it's unfair, I reveal myself one mask at a time.
The mask can be a limitation, but you just deal with it. You do get superhuman strength and pumpkin bombs and all this other stuff to express yourself with. '
God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.
No one can wear a mask for very long.
Embrace whatever you're feeling. Whatever mask you have on right now, is okay. You're entitled to feel.
Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.
Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.
So I learned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts.
After the 911 attacks, I dutifully stocked up on rolls of duct tape and N-95 masks, as the government recommended.