Quotes About Illusion

I would have sworn fairies were too big to fit into a frog's mouth.

It wasn't that the dark side was stronger, but that everything was the dark side. All magic was inherently wrong, and it was only us fooling ourselves that some of it was good, some of it was bad. Magic…just was.

Ideology, n. An imaginary relationship to a real situation.

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real.

And it came to her that the pleasure and stability of dining rooms had always occurred against such a backdrop, against the catastrophic background of universal chaos; such moments of calm were things as fragile and transitory as soap bubbles, destined to burst almost as soon as they blew into existence. Groups of friends, rooms, streets, years, none of them would last. The illusion of stability was created by a concerted effort to ignore the chaos they were imbedded in.

Looking around the tight confines of her first home on Mars, it suddenly seemed to her that the walls were moving--beating very lightly--a kind of standing wave of double vision, as if she were standing in the low morning light looking through a temporal stereopticon, which revealed all four dimensions at once with a pulsating, hallucinatory light.

We pretend that democracy is real, and

We live in a world where people pretend money can buy you anything, so money becomes the point, so we all work for money.

Habits were such lies, such lies, lulling them into the feeling that there was something that was lasting, when really nothing lasted. This was the last time she would ever sit on this bench. If she came down to the corniche tomorrow and sat on this same bench, it would again be the last time, and there would again be nothing lasting about it.

You can't make love to your fame. Even though some people try.

It's like being Calvin and watching Hobbes turn back into a stuffed doll.

Reality is not a matter of our senses. It can't be visualized.

Beware of curiously shaped or oddly-got-up bottles: you are likely to be paying for the parcel rather than what is wrapped up in it.

The picture is perfectly clear: the entire economy is fueled not by profit, not by production, but by debt. Debt, moreover, that no one is working on paying back and that everyone needs to believe—this is the pipe dream that sustains the whole charade—will certainly be paid by future generations.

fraudulent blue ozone

Tebe se ne može uopšte ni uhvatiti. Ti si kao ovo elektri?no svetlo. Vatra, koja je stvorena samo za o?i, samo za gledanje. Ima tu ipak i nešto topline, ali ne kao u pe?i.

It is a sad spectacle, a dead town trying to pretend it is alive.

De sier hun er melle firti og femti, men hun er mindst seksti, ropte han, og er slikt menneskelig? Gå og vifte med næseborene akkruat som med kaninører når hun er i støvets år og alder.

Han måtte rehabilitere seg ved et bedrag; når han lot gjelde at han var som andre, at han var kommensurabel, så måtte jo stakkaren bruke sin egen målestokk og overtale seg til å tro på den. Han hadde kanskje sin lille lykke ved dette, han hadde iallfall ingen annen. Kunst altsammen altså? Kunst altsammen. Men intet dårlig kunstverk.

Får den ikke munken til å luse indover stængte haver og lægge øiet ind til de sovendes vinduer om natten? Og besætter den ikke nonnen med dårskap og formørker prinsessens forstand? Den slår kongens hode i veien så hans hår feier alt veiens støv, og derunder hvisker han ublu ord for sig selv og ler og stikker tungen ut.

How old are you?" "Physiologically, I'm twenty-five. Chronologically, I'm…not.

She weighed no more than a feather as he lifted her, but he teased her, saying, You weigh more than you look. You are weaker than you look, she immediately whispered.

With a flick of her hand, Sabine wove an illusion. Suddenly she and Lanthe both looked like patients. We'll create a stampede of humans and run out into the night with them. Lanthe shook her head. The Vrekeners will scent us. Sabine blinked at her. Lanthe, have you not smelled my humans?

It's not if you castrate an entire Roman legion, it's if they believe you did. Perception is everything.