Quotes About Illusion

Turning on Airplane Mode on your phone DOES NOT make you fly!

Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness.

Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.

Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.

I could not clearly distinguish what was passing in my head; it seemed to me that I was under the influence of a horrible dream and that I had but to awake to find myself cured; at times it seemed that my entire life had been a dream, ridiculous and childish, the falseness of which had just been disclosed.

Elle aurait aimé, si l'orgueil Pareil à la lampe inutile Qu'on allume près d'un cercueil, N'eût veillé sur son coeur stérile. Elle est morte, et n'a point vécu. Elle faisait semblant de vivre. De ses mains est tombé le livre, Dans lequel elle n'a rien lu.

Perfection does not exist. To understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; the desire to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.

La perfection n'existe pas ; la comprendre est le triomphe de l'intelligence humaine ; la désirer pour la posséder est la plus dangereuse des folies. P 29

Pourquoi promenez-vous ces spectres de lumière Devant le rideau noir de nos nuits sans sommeil, Puisqu'il faut qu'ici-bas tout songe ait son réveil, Et puisque le désir se sent cloué sur terre, Comme un aigle blessé qui meurt dans la poussière, L'aile ouverte, et les yeux fixés sur le soleil ?

Sirkte yaralanan bo?alar, s?rtlar?nda matadorun k?l?c?yla, bir kö?ede yatmaya gitmek ve sükûn içinde ölmekte serbesttirler. ?urada veya burada, söyleyin bana, ne yapmaya gideyim. Bana temiz bir sema, a?açlar ve evler, konu?an, içen, ?ark? söyleyen adamlar, rakseden kad?nlar ve doludizgin ko?an atlar göstereceksiniz. Bütün bunlar hayat de?ildir, hayat?n gürültüsüdür.

L'amour était traité comme la gloire et la religion : c'était une illusion ancienne. (P 10)

We all have our spectacles, but no one can tell to a shade the colour of the glass.

At its heart, 'Fat City' is not about boxing. It is a universal story of grim realities and toxic delusions. It is awash with awareness of chances blown, dreams stymied, precious time wasted, and all future prospects scorched to ashes by the process.

In India, there's a way of seeing life as a cosmic play. It's called Lila. I can watch my life, and I can see my guru playing with me.

If you go back and watch the original 'V,' you're like, 'Oh, I thought this was great. It kind of looks really cheesy.'

If a Martian came down to Earth and watched television, he'd come to conclusion that all the world's society is based on Britney Spears and Paris Hilton. He'd be amazed that our society hasn't collapsed.

There was this wonderful trick of going to the theater with my parents and sitting in the audience under the watchful eye of an usher, and then these other people would come on the stage: They spoke differently and had different clothes and hair. Afterward, they would come back, and they were my parents again. It was magic.

I have a real problem with watching movies where I see this perfect woman who is married to the man in question, who has a perfect life, who has perfect hair, perfect clothes, and doesn't give you any of the kind of reality that you're used to.

There is a common British delusion that we 'understand' America. We don't. Watching 'Friends' listening to Bruce Springsteen, eating at McDonald's and visiting Disneyland does not do it.

We take what's shown on television as the truth, and it isn't. News isn't even the truth on television. If you look up the definition of what news is, it isn't that what we're watching on the new - it's entertainment.

Before I was shot, I always thought that I was more half-there than all-there - I always suspected that I was watching TV instead of living life. Right when I was being shot and ever since, I knew that I was watching television.

I miss watching TV and thinking they were all real. I used to feel like that about 'Neighbours.'

Venice never quite seems real, but rather an ornate film set suspended on the water.

A straight oar looks bent in the water. What matters is not merely that we see things but how we see them.