Quotes About Illusion

THE BELOVED OBJECTS that we had carried with us from place to place were now left behind in the wagon and, with them, finally, our illusions. Every

Some events do take place but are not true; others are, although they never occurred.

In the beginning there was faith-which is childish; trust-which is vain; and illusion-which is dangerous. We believed in God; trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark from the Shekhinah's flame; that every one of us carries in his eyes and in his soul a reflection of God's image. THAT was the source if not the cause of all our ordeals.

In the beginning there was faith—which is childish; trust—which is vain; and illusion—which is dangerous.

In the beginning there was faith - which is childish; trust - which is vain; and illusion - which is dangerous. We believed in God, trust in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark from the Shekhinah's flame; that every one of us carries in his eyes and in his soul a reflection of God's image. That was the source if not the cause of all our ordeals.

The ghetto was ruled by neither German nor Jew; it was ruled by delusion.     SOME

Dualism is the proto-dream underlying clock time and all modern dreaming. Dualism might be defined as the illusion that there are two discreet principles in the universe: self and other. Dualism implies isolation, conflict, and a continuous struggle of opposing forces. For this reason, actions based on dualistic vision are simplistic, aggressive, and destructive.

We do things hopefully because they add life to our living, but not with the illusion they will help us escape death when our time comes.

every shut eye ain't asleep, every goodbye ain't gone.

Half of the things are as they seem. The other half, who knows. This has always been true.

Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.

and there is such honesty and innocence to her voice I want to hold her. The bedside lamplight is a rich golden color, and it is falling on her face in a way that makes it seem gilded. For a moment, L.D. looks to me like an angel. Another case of illusion only being the larger truth.

feels that everything that just happened between them is a pretty illusion, a ride on a carousel. Here is his world: Sadie.

false vision, an unconscious surrender to seeing things another way.

Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they've just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that's just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn't happen to me, I don't want to think it happens to anyone else.

Time -- when pursued like a bandit -- will behave like one; always remaining one country or one room ahead of you, changing its name and hair color to elude you, slipping ou the back door of the motel just as you're banging through the lobby with your newest search warrant, leaving only a burning cigarette in the ashtray to taunt you.

Most of humanity, he said, have eyes that are so caked shut with the dust of deception they will never see the truth, no matter who tries to help them.

If you're going to live your life based on delusions (and you are, because we all do), then why not at least select a delusion that is helpful?

Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don't really want to live in it.

He was playing a character I had invented, which is somewhat telling. In desperate love, it's always like this, isn't it? In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding that they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place...

She thought she knew much, but she knew nothing.

In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding that they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.

If you're going to live your life based on delusions (and you are, because we all do), then why not at least select a delusion that is helpful?

Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don't really want to live in it.