Quotes About Illusion

Erudition lends conviction to self-deception.

Reality rebounds, and things turn out the opposite of what they seem and what people expect. Strength becomes weakness; love becomes pornography; pleasure becomes boredom; and so on.

Looking down from his editorial perch at the Manchester Guardian, he summed up the "dismal Thirties" as "a decade which began with the illusion of progress without tears and ended up in the reality of tears without progress.

For all of us, the time is short and the span of life is brief On top of that, our real human problem, the Stoic philosopher Seneca said in a direct rebuke to the modern illusion, is not just that life is short but that we waste so much of it-so that life ceases for us "just when we are getting ready for it."35 But

What is society but an individual? [...] The ocean is not society; it is individuals. This was how I managed to gain a modicum of freedom from my terror at the illusion of the ocean called the world.

Heaven forbid if beauty were to have substance.

Despair is impossible in humans. They often are deceived by hope, but are also deceived by the notion of despair.

A man crushed by reality puts on a show of endurance. If that's beyond your comprehension, dear reader, then you and I will never understand each other. Life's a farce, so we might as well make it a good one. But real life is a realm that I may never reach. The best that I can hope for is to loiter in the memory of these four days, so steeped with empathy. Four days that count more than five or ten years of my life. Four days that count more than a lifetime.

My definition of a "respected" man was one who had succeeded almost completely in hoodwinking people

Ah, die Menschen, sie halten sich, obwohl sie sich nicht verstehen, obwohl sie ein völlig falsches Bild voneinander haben, ihr Leben lang für Busenfreunde und rezitieren, ohne je etwas bemerkt zu haben, einander noch am Grabe tränenreiche Abschiedsworte.

What the tanuki doesn't realize is that people who affect to believe all our nonsense often harbor evil and insidious plots in their hearts

I wanted to maintain the illusion of peace and harmony even one day, even one moment. Longer. Dreading above all the thought of giving people such a frightful shock, I acted out the temporizing lie as if my life depended on it. I was forever doing that: backing myself further into a corner as I contemplated my own death.

Une faible insecte craint même le bonheur. On le meurtrit même avec du coton. On peut être blessé même par le bonheur. J'avais hâte de me séparer d'elle avant d'être blessé, sans plus attendre, et de m'envelopper du rideau de fumée d'un vrai bouffon.

A vida humana está repleta desses exemplos, de seres humanos enganando uns aos outros sem sequer se magoar por isso, como se nem mesmo percebessem que estão se enganando mutuamente.

Ta??d??? yafta m?? E?lenceli bir deyi?. Yafta ta??yorsa daha az tehlikeli de?il mi ? Boynunda ç?ng?rak ta??yan bir kedi yavrusu gibi tatl? görünüyor. Yaftas?z sefahat, daha ürkütücü.

era distinta a la sonrisa de un ser humano. ¿Cómo decirlo? Le faltaba el peso de la sangre, la aspereza de la vida. No producía el efecto de tener sustancia; no tenía ni el peso de un pájaro, apenas el de una pluma. Era una simple hoja de papel blanco con una sonrisa por completo artificial.

Ah! Será que os seres humanos não entendem nada de seus próximos, veem os outros de forma completamente equivocada? E que, mesmo assim, sem se dar conta disso, elegem por toda a vida alguns como melhores amigos, e quando estes morrem, discursam aos prantos no seu funeral?

What separates us from insects? It's so stupid. I have lived and worked all my life never forgetting that everything is for the sake of Denmark, no matter what sad or painful things happen. But now I realize I am a fool. I have been deceived—by the late king, the present king, and even by Hamlet. They all have deceived me.

Yalans?z bir hayat. Bu cümle zaten bir yaland?.

What superficiality - and what stupidity - there is in trying to depict in a pretty manner things which one has thought pretty.

This novel was doomed from the start. All posture and no substance. Whether I write one page or a hundred, it amounts to the same thing. Though I knew this from the start.

That faint and distant sound of hammering was like a miracle, stripping me of every militaristic illusion. Never again would I become intoxicated by that nightmare with its so-called pathos and glory.

?insaku Takasugi "ölüm" Büyüleyici bir ?eyin olmad??? büyüleyici dünya

You may wish to give the name 'honesty' to what others would call dimwittedness, but leave it to such 'honest men' as yourselves to deceive the world with your fabulous dreams and superstitions.