#masks

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. ↗

— James A. Baldwin

#cannot #fear #know #live #masks

Also, I use facial masks diligently. I use at least two a day - one for moisturizing and one for whitening. I think I go through at least 600 sheets of facial masks every year. ↗

— Fan Binbing

#day #diligently #every #facial #go

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#fashionable #longer #masks #new #new york

I was watching TV and saw people with masks, weapons, and grenades. I thought, Is that really possible? Could we be here yet again? And go into civil war one more time? ↗

— Nadine Labaki

#civil #civil war #could #go #grenades

Choosing the right mask helps you... We went through many masks. It was very particular leather that as soon as you smudged it, you had to get a new one. We went through about 55 masks. ↗

— Gerard Butler

#choosing #get #had #helps #leather

And regardless of the fact that in this country, certainly in the arts, we treat comedy as a second-class citizen, I've never thought of it that way. I've always thought it to be important. The last time I looked, the Greeks were holding up two masks. I've always thought of it not only as having equal value, but as the craft of it, being funny. ↗

— Jeff Daniels

#arts #being #being funny #certainly #citizen

People think actresses find public speaking easy, and it's not easy at all; we're used to hiding behind masks. ↗

— Jane Fonda

#easy #find #hiding #masks #people

Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award. ↗

— Elfriede Jelinek

#deserving #draft #employing #exposing #expression

After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now? ↗

— Ernst Toller

#ask #could #dead #death #earthly

Masquerades disclose the reality of souls. As long as no one sees who we are, we can tell the most intimate details of our life. I sometimes muse over this sketch of a story about a man afflicted by one of those personal tragedies born of extreme shyness who one day, while wearing a mask I don’t know where, told another mask all the most personal, most secret, most unthinkable things that could be told about his tragic and serene life. And since no outward detail would give him away, he having disguised even his voice, and since he didn’t take careful note of whoever had listened to him, he could enjoy the ample sensation of knowing that somewhere in the world there was someone who knew him as not even his closest and finest friend did. When he walked down the street he would ask himself if this person, or that one, or that person over there might not be the one to whom he’d once, wearing a mask, told his most private life. Thus would be born in him a new interest in each person, since each person might be his only, unknown confidant. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#life