Quotes About Illusion

I've seen this before." "A golden brick that turned into a deadly, rampaging puddle of molten metal?" I asked.

She didn't look like a Willow Queen. Of course, I'm not sure what exactly I expected - maybe something akin to Glinda the Good Witch. But this woman looked like Surfer Girl Barbie.

Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.

Looks are deceiving,

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

Nothing's ever as harmless as it seems.

People see what they're expecting to see.

Anyway, how did I know the president was for real? I never saw him, just pictures in the paper and they can make those up. How do you know someone is real if you don't see him?

For all our fights, there was no getting around the fact that Carrie wasn't fooled by show and she regarded most of the world around her as a show for the rich at the expense of the poor.

Why?" Mrs. Hogendobber might preach about evil, but when confronted with it she was at a loss. She expected the Devil with green horns or a human being with a snarling face. It had never once occurred to her in her long and relatively happy life that evil is ordinary.

Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.

The snozberries taste like snozberries!

Yesterday, he said, we was not believing in giants, was we? Today we is not believing in snozzcumbers. Just because we happen not to have actually seen something with our own two little winkles, we think it is not existing.

Her face, I'm afraid, was neither a thing of beauty nor a joy for ever.

Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.

I look and smell,' Aunt Sponge declared, 'as lovely as a rose!

The rooster has a funny little paper hat over its head, like an ice-cream cone upside down, and my dad is pointing to it proudly and saying, 'Stroke him. Go on, stroke him. Do anything you like to him. He won't move an inch.' The rooster starts scratching

beautiful she thought she was. Aunt Sponge had a long-handled mirror on her lap, and she kept picking it up and gazing at her own hideous face. 'I look and smell,' Aunt Sponge declared, 'as lovely as a rose! Just feast your eyes upon my face, observe my shapely nose! Behold my heavenly silky locks! And if I take off both my socks You'll see my dainty toes.' 'But don't forget,' Aunt Spiker cried, 'how much your tummy shows!

It seemed to be suspended by some invisible thread, like a toy bird hanging from the ceiling.

Most of us can manage no more than a narrow little obsession with a particular human who we mistakenly imagine can satisfy our gargantuan yearning for the real, primordial thing.

he described himself in interviews as 'hallucinating gently for a living.

Johnson was insulated from reality by his hopes and dreams.

It's a shock to have it proved to you that you can't resist seducing yourself.