Best 135 quotes in «pretend quotes» category

Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone,” her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. “Where’ve you been, what’ve you been up to?” “Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend, he was a Personification of the Sydney Tar Ponds, sort of my imaginary friend?” Mandy asked. “No, what in the name of god are you on about?” her mom sighed in exasperation. “Remember? Only I could see him, but he was real and he was my best friend when I was eighteen?” Mandy insisted. “No, I don't remember Alecto Sydney Steele at all,” said her mom all too quickly.

All the way, Zoe kept her chin up and pretended she wasn’t mortified, but his sour expression stayed with her. She wasn’t good at making American friends. She changed her language, conduct, and clothing, but it didn’t seem to matter. Whether she wore modest Middle-Eastern clothing or cute Western fashions, everyone knew she didn’t belong.

A deep breath is a technique with which we minimize the number of instances where we say what we do not mean … or what we really think.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself. But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

A person can pretend to be something that there not; For some long. Until it come to a time, You do something that annoy the shit out them Thats when they blow up An the true part of them , Start to come out. Watch out for those fakers

Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whether the story’s true or not. What matters is the care that’s been put into the story. The love. If something is pretend, that usually means someone has taken the time to build a story for you to live in. And building stories takes a lot of work. And, yes, there will come a time when you’ll see the story isn’t true. But the intentions behind it? Completely true. The love behind it? Also true.

Be a man! Put on a mask.

Being a good person is not nearly as honourable as being yourself.

Being called ‘love’ or ‘my love’ by someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you are loved or even liked by them.

Betrayal is too kind a word to describe a situation in which a father says he loves his daughter but claims he must teach her about the horrors of the world in order to make her a stronger person; a situation in which he watches or participates in rituals that make her feel like she is going to die. She experiences pain that is so intense that she cannot think; her head spins so fast she can't remember who she is or how she got there. All she knows is pain. All she feels is desperation. She tries to cry out for help, but soon learns that no one will listen. No matter how loud she cries, she can't stop or change what is happening. No matter what she does, the pain will not stop. Her father orders her to be tortured and tells her it is for her own good. He tells her that she needs the discipline, or that she has asked for it by her misbehavior. Betrayal is too simple a word to describe the overwhelming pain, the overwhelming loneliness and isolation this child experiences. As if the abuse during the rituals were not enough, this child experiences similar abuse at home on a daily basis. When she tries to talk about her pain, she is told that she must be crazy. "Nothing bad has happened to you;' her family tells her Each day she begins to feel more and more like she doesn't know what is real. She stops trusting her own feelings because no one else acknowledges them or hears her agony. Soon the pain becomes too great. She learns not to feel at all. This strong, lonely, desperate child learns to give up the senses that make all people feel alive. She begins to feel dead. She wishes she were dead. For her there is no way out. She soon learns there is no hope. As she grows older she gets stronger. She learns to do what she is told with the utmost compliance. She forgets everything she has ever wanted. The pain still lurks, but it's easier to pretend it's not there than to acknowledge the horrors she has buried in the deepest parts of her mind. Her relationships are overwhelmed by the power of her emotions. She reaches out for help, but never seems to find what she is looking for The pain gets worse. The loneliness sets in. When the feelings return, she is overcome with panic, pain, and desperation. She is convinced she is going to die. Yet, when she looks around her she sees nothing that should make her feel so bad. Deep inside she knows something is very, very wrong, but she doesn't remember anything. She thinks, "Maybe I am crazy.

But in the morning I would always rise and polish the surface of myself, a gleaming, confident young woman, an excellent student and good daughter starting her fourth year at the university, moving smoothly through the world, and even though inside the chaos scraped and railed I would push it into the crevices of the day so it could not be detected.

Divinity retains the appearance of insight, when in reality it celebrates ignorance. Its tenets are so much clay, and when the clay sets, it becomes dogma.

Don't be afraid. You are never really alone. Just be yourself. You don't ever have to pretend you are someone else. If you try to do that, then you don't have anything to give the world. Accept and give your gifts with love.

Don’t pretend, Bianca,” he said. “You’re smarter than that, and so am I. I finally figured out what you meant when you left. You said you were like Hester. I get it now. The first time you came to my house, when we wrote that paper, you said Hester was trying to escape. But everything caught up with Hester in the end, didn’t it? Well, something finally caught up with you, but you’re just running away again. Only, he”-Wesley pointed to my bedroom door-“is your escape this time.” He took a step toward me, forcing me to crane my neck even more to see his face. “Admit it, Duffy.” “Admit what?” “That you’re running away from me,” he said. “You realized you’re in love with me and you bailed because it scared the shit out of you.

Even suicidal people can smile.

Even the world’s greatest actor cannot fake an erection.

Everyone changes so slowly, they don't even know that they have. And everyone likes to pretend that things are just the same yet they look at you like you could bring something back that's supposed to already be here. But home is a time. Not just a place.

And then I did the best thing I knew to do with the strange concoction of sadness and hope brewing inside me. I prayed. I prayed for the people whose initials were on those slivers. Not just for those people, but for the cave people before them and the robot people after them. For real orphans. For all the people who have lost shoes in the road. For kids whose parents play war. For Toodie Bleu Skies and Toodi Bleu Nordenhauer, for M. B. McClean and Douglas Nordenhauer. And all the people who need to find the magic in Make Believe. That, I figured, just about covered the whole world.

Buck up. Fake it till you feel it. The show must go on. This was the way they did things - These people in the world she'd grown up in.

Courage?" I gave a very soft laugh. "I find courage is just another of life's illusions. In the end, we all do what we must.

Culture is a symbolic veil with which we hide our animal nature from ourselves … and other animals.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

Don't fear the people who leave, Fear those who just pretend to stay.

Don't pretend to comfort me, my friend. I might also pretend to not let you down.

Don't you agree that if I act like there is nothing going on, other people will behave that way too?

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

Every fool’s greatest success is nothing but to dare to pretend to be clever because this trick works in some people!

Everyone is watching you. If you don’t believe it, just pretend to fail and you’ll see many mockers. For this reason, work hard as if you are doing everyone’s business!

Fear your friends. Beware of your close friends. Be alert to whom you cast your trust. Because not all of them will help you to build your future. Some are just pretending to be. Some are just there because they need your hand. Some are secretly pulling you down. Some are just there because simply they need you. They will leave you anytime. Be careful.

For a sane person to sincerely be happy that someone has succeeded, they have to either be profiting or likely to profit from that person’s success, or be that person.

Genuine happiness is not nearly as common as a fake smile.

hands were always the worst giveaway in a pretend sleep attempt, sleeping hands being impossible to fake.

How can she take my 'no' seriously when my dick is saying, 'yes?

humabns like to pretend to be things they are not and i do not know why they like to do that because then it makes them sad.

Flag up your courage high and your fears will salute it in humility. Your fears are like walls without foundations; they are afraid to go down and hence pretend to be strong! Exercise Courage!

He’d have denied it to his dying breath but Derwent wasn’t as tough as he pretended to be. For the very small number of people he cared about, Derwent would give his all. It made him vulnerable, and every now and then that vulnerability showed.

He is the happiest guy of the town, Every night after closing the door of his room, He puts his smiling mask on the table.

He really didn’t care, but he tried to pretend he did.

Heroes are hero no matter if everybody is watching them or nobody watching them.

how sad that we pretend we are happy

Human has the ability to believe in something wrong as if it is true.

I am not a titleholder; I don't steal; I don't lie...

I can be anything – and nothing, and everything at the same time. It all depends on the role I am in.

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

I can pretend it’s all pretend! I can be the life of your death and you can be the death of my life… what a trade-off!

I don't pretend to love someone who hurts me. I do something that prevent us hurting each other.

I don't pretend to know everything; I just only speak on matters I know I'll win.

I don't want to swim on the surface anymore and I never want to pretend again that I know you completely. Let me dive deep inside you, take me in and allow me to look into your secrets, make me feel every breath I take and crave for it more . Carry me to your darker side where you are afraid to allow anyone. Pull me deep inside and make me one of your secrets. -Akshay Vasu

I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.

I found that when it hurt, sometimes the most effective response was to feel the pain rather than wish it away or pretend it was not there.