Quotes About Illusion

Nos duele sostener esa luz tirante y distinta, esa alucinación que impone al espacio el unánime miedo de la sombra.

Ya no es mágico el mundo. Te han dejado.

Mis sueños son como la vigilia de ustedes

El Ángel me decía que los carneros no eran del color de los tigres, el Satán me decía que el Poderoso quería que lo fueran y se valía de mi astucia y mi púrpura. Ahora yo sé que el Ángel y el Satán erraban la verdad y que todo color es aborrecible.

Each moment we live exists, not the imaginary combination of these moments. A New Refutation of Time

In the vestibule there is a mirror, which faithfully duplicates appearances. Men often infer from this mirror that the Library is not infinite - if it were, what need would there be for that illusory replication? I prefer to dream that burnished surfaces are a figuration and promise of the infinite.

Como en los sueños, detrás del rostro que nos mira no hay nadie. Anverso sin reverso, moneda de una sola cara, las cosas. Esas miserias son los bienes que el precipitado tiempo nos deja. Somos nuestra memoria, somos ese quimérico museo de formas inconstantes, ese montón de espejos rotos.

From the remote depths of the corridor, the mirror spied on us. We discovered (such a discovery is inevitable in the late hour of the night) that mirrors have something monstrous about them.

For one of those gnostics, the visible universe was an illusion or (more precisely) a sophism. Mirrors and fathers are abominable because they multiply and disseminate that universe.

Things become duplicated in Tlön; they also tend to become effaced and lose their details when they are forgotten. A classic example is the doorway which survived so long as it was visited by a beggar and disappeared at his death.

pensó, mientras alisaba el negro pelaje, que aquel contacto era ilusorio y que estaban como separados por un cristal, porque el hombre vive en el tiempo, en la sucesión, y el mágico animal, en la actualidad, en la eternidad del instante.

The way in which we see things can hardly be distinguished from the way in which we wish to see them.

Why re-enter such a world? Why attempt to make plausible, or even interesting, to men and women consumed with passion, the experience of transcendental bliss? As dreams that were momentous by night may seem simply silly in the light of day, so the poet and the prophet can discover themselves playing the idiot before a jury of sober eyes.

Hay más realidad en una imagen que en una palabra

Of all the forms of m?y? that of woman is supreme.

The crux of the curious difficulty lies in the fact that our conscious views of what life ought to be seldom correspond to what life really is.

is there not some point of wisdom beyond the conflicts of illusion and truth by which lives can be put back together again? That is a prime question, I would say, of this hour in the bringing up of children.

Hope lies to mortalsAnd most believe her,But man's deceiverWas never mine.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Legends are always better from afar.

Dreams are rarely founded on truth.

The actions of m?y? are such that a powerful person, misled by the illusory, material energy, wrongly accepts himself as all in all and does not develop God consciousness.

Empezó a tener una leve idea de lo que quería decir, y quedó maravillado al pensar en cuántos hombres andaban por el mundo, de aspecto vulgar y tranquilo, que ocultaban fantasías exóticas y poéticas creencias, insospechadas siquiera, hasta que la enfermedad privaba al cerebro de su gobierno.

It is not in truth very difficult to befool a man who does half the fooling himself.