Quotes About Illusion

Everything you've learned in school as "obvious" becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe. There's not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.

Such people are trapped in their own hall of mirrors, and for them there is no escape. They can never know whether they are wrong, even when they are. No evidence, no logic, no reason will ever get through to them.

we see patterns in the world where there are none because we don't understand just how un-random-looking random sequences can be.

Almost all arguments for skepticism make reference to seemingly ridiculous possibilities—we are being deceived by an evil demon, life is just a dream, we are brains in vats. You might propose psychoanalysis, rather than philosophical reflection, for anyone who worries about these possibilities.

No one makes love like they make a wall or a house. They catch it like a cold. It makes them miserable and then it passes, and pretending otherwise is the road to hell.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

People come to Washington believing it's the center of power. I know I did. It was only much later that I learned that Washington is a steering wheel that's not connected to the engine.

As únicas doenças que os "curandeiros" curam são as que seus clientes imaginativos não têm.

Viewed as a whole, a forest radiates beauty, serenity and safety. Viewed from within, misplaced focus reaps the fabricated chaos of trees.

The great quest of Hinduism, Buddhism and Gnostic Christianity is to seek and find the means for liberating oneself from the bonds of the material, illusory, world.

Fate causes the old soul to forget all the many regions it has traveled over time, and all the punishments it has endured along the way. This forgetfulness becomes the body that surrounds the soul. It pretends to be the soul, but it is a false spirit.

Like to a maid who exquisitely turns A promising face to him who, waiting, burns In hell to hear her answer - so the world Tricks all, and hints what no man ever learns.

Look not above, there is no answer there; Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer; Near is as near to God as any Far, And Here is just the same deceit as There.

What dreams you white-frocked kiddies have in the sanctified cloister of your laboratories. You can make yourself believe anything after a while. As long as you can make up a measurement for it.

Richard Matheson

But it was a rich, picture-perfect, it-can't-happen-here kind of suburb where people had gone, not to deal with life's problems, but to avoid them.

The whole race suffered from Capgras. those birds danced like our next of kin, called and parented and taught and navigated all just like our blood relations. Half their parts were still ours. Yet humans waved them off: Imposters. at most, a strange spectacle to gaze at from a blind.

You can watch the hour hand, Mimi finds, hold your eyes on it all around the circle of the clock, and never once see it move.

The massively parallel online experience will go on, faithful to the tyranny of the place it pretends to escape.

I've been a man who happily confuses the agreed-on for the actual. A man who has never doubted that life has a meaningful future

And there's only the narrowest window of time in which to really see them, before these things that never were turn into things that have always been.

The single best thing you can do for the world. It occurs to her: The problem begins with that word world. It means two such opposite things. The real one we cannot see. The invented one we can't escape.

The store is a drag show of well-being and mirth.

She quoted from The Country of Surprise: "Even baseline normality has about it something hallucinatory.