Quotes About Illusion

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief.

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-color'd taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

Sits as one new-risen from a dream.

He uses his folly like a stalking horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

O thou invisible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!

There are a sort of men whose visagesDo cream and mantle like a standing pond.

Framed to make women false.

True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

O! what authority and show of truthCan cunning sin cover itself withal.

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

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?

Some there be that shadows kiss;Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Two lads that thought there was no more behindBut such a day tomorrow as today,And to be boy eternal.

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

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

The old fantastical duke of dark corners.

The fool multitude, that choose by show.

The air-drawn dagger.

The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

A goodly apple rotten at the heart.O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!