Quotes About Illusion

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he cannot sit on it.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he can't sit on it.

Things are seldom what they seem.

Comparisons deplete the actuality of the things compared... ("Conveyance: The Story I would Not Want Bill Wilson To Read")

He already knew that life was largely illusion, that though wonderful things could happen, nevertheless as many disappointments came in compensation: and he knew, too, that life could offer a quality even worse - the probability that nothing would happen at all.

Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.

Wishers were ever fools

Everything that gristles is not gold.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,A forked mountain, or blue promontoryWith trees upon 't.

And give to dust that is a little giltMore laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

They fool me to the top of my bent.

O thou weed!Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweetThat the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

It is the very error of the moon;She comes more near the earth than she was wont,And makes men mad.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamor'd of an ass.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Who lin'd himself with hope,Eating the air on promise of supply.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit.