Quotes About Illusion

What good was a truth that could be perceived only through delusion?

And as for the enlightened, one can only pity them the deceptions of their muses.

They have the intoxicating illusion of personifying the will of the people, which means they assume the people is monolithic. They are Manicheans, dividing the world into two camps: light and darkness, the revolution and its enemies. They despise all traditions, received wisdoms, icons, and superstition. They believe society can be a tabula rasa on which revolution will write.

The mirror's light sparks in the eyes, And horrified, my lids drawn tight, I step back to that realm of night Where not a single exit lies... (Untitled: "I pass away this life of mine...")

Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.

believing trouble is gone forever is the beginning of a special kind of trouble.

Poison, in my experience, is always hidden; it seems to me we never know its color.

Nothing would be further from the reality.

People who have realized that this is a dream imagine that it is easy to wake up, and are angry with those who continue sleeping, not considering that the whole world that environs them does not permit them to wake. Life proceeds as a series of optical illusions, artificial needs and imaginary sensations.

Phantasy provides a kind of temporary glue, which keeps people from falling apart through the production of illusions which enable them somehow to live with themselves.

In verità, qual è l'uomo che osa dire: "Questo è passato e quello è ancora da venire, questa è realtà e quello è un sogno, questa è una cosa e quella è un'altra"! Ma ogni tanto un lembo del velo che nasconde i misteri della vita si muove, e uno sguardo portentoso ci è concesso, dietro le apparenze che ci circondano.

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come:Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

All seems infected that th' infected spy,As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

So when the faithful pencil has design'd Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light; When mellowing years their full perfection give, And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away!

With varying vanities, from ev'ry part,   They shift the moving Toyshop of their heart; 100   Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive,   Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him

They probably didn't care if it was the real thing or not. They wanted it to be. And by suspending their disbelief they could believe in the illusion.

The Dimensional box concept is used to entrap us, never believe that these are real or will ever be in reality.

The Dimensional box concept is used to entrap us, never believe they are real.