Top Facade Quotes
A homely face does not guarantee a homely character. Appearance is the body, character is the spirit, and the soul bears the most vital qualities.
Michael Bassey Johnson
Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
(n.) The front of a building; esp., the principal front, having some architectural pretensions. Thus a church is said to have its facade unfinished, though the interior may be in use.
The problem with wearing a facade is that sooner or later life shows up with a big pair of scissors.
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Behind the facade of elected government are a bunch of corporate controlled gangsters running the country.
I was tired of pretending that I was someone else just to get along with people, just for the sake of having friendships.
My mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?"and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was thesadde...
The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.
My books have very few villains pretending to be righteous, but they are filled with good people who have pretended to be villains so well that they believe it themselves. This is how I like to view r...
The problem with social media is that it's great for your ego, but terrible for your sanity.
All too often people pretend to be professional. "Professionalism" is sometimes a facade for fraud. Be pro, but be real. Honesty and transparency combined with character, competence and real results i...
A man's work reveals him. In social intercourse he gives you the surface that he wishes the world to accept, but in his book or his picture the real man delivers himself defenceless. No affectation of...
W. Somerset Maugham
HONEY: (Apologetically, holding up her brandy bottle) I peel labels.GEORGE: We all peel labels, sweetie; and when you get through the skin, all three layers, through the muscle, slosh aside the organs...
Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?
My mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?