Quotes About Illusions

We create the illusions we need to go on.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. This light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.

That's the whole spiritual life. It's learning how to die. And as you learn how to die, you start losing all your illusions, and you start being capable now of true intimacy and love.

A man must learn to understand the motives of human beings, their illusions, and their sufferings.

Cuori piccoli, li nutriamo di grandi illusioni, e al termine del processo camminiamo come discepoli a Emmaus, ciechi, al fianco di amici e amori che non riconosciamo, fidandoci di un Dio che sa più di se stesso. Per questo conosciamo l'avvio delle cose e poi non ne riceviamo la fine, mancando sempre il loro cuore. Siamo aurora ma epilogo, perenne scoperta tardiva.

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousands truths

Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.

The inspiration for my illusions comes from many places. Most often they come from my dreams, or an everyday occurrence in life.

Divine reality is not way up in the sky somewhere; it is readily available in the encounters of everyday life, which make hash of my illusions that I can control the ways God comes to me.

Everything comes to an end, reader. It is an old truism to which may be added that not everything that lasts, lasts for long. This latter part is not readily admitted; on the contrary the idea that an air castle lasts longer than the very air of which it is made is hard to get out of a person's head, and this is fortunate, otherwise the custom of making those almost eternal constructions might be lost.

For all practical purposes, soldiers in the field have the status of slaves, the prisoners of their grand illusions, their training, and their army.

Perhaps human intelligence gathering was a version of network penetration, and he could better integrate into social situations by inviting humans to see an illusory version of himself.

We need our marks, our small illusions; few of us can bear to go naked into the world's gaze. And people will kill to keep their clothes.

I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears.

When we work backward from results to figure out why those things happened, we are susceptible to a variety of cognitive traps, like assuming causation when there is only a correlation, or cherry-picking data to confirm the narrative we prefer. We will pound a lot of square pegs into round holes to maintain the illusion of a tight relationship between our outcomes and our decisions.

It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.

Our relationship had been intended as an interlude. And it had become an interlude. My expectations had been fulfilled. Anyone who expected anything more would have been wallowing in illusions.

There's no point in clinging to illusions.

The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth -- all save this -- come and go with us through life; again and again in riper years we experience, under a new stimulus, what we thought had been finally left behind, the authentic impulse to action, the renewal of power and its concentration on a new object; again and again a new truth is revealed to us in whose light all our previous knowledge must be rearranged.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrevocably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth - all save this - come and go with us through life.

That's the whole burden of this novel - the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory.

What was it? Why won't you tell me? I don't want to break down your illusions. My dear man, I have no illusions about you. I mean illusions about yourself.

They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.