Quotes About Illusion

All the same, the doll, like all dolls, cannot even be called dead, as it was never alive.

The truth is an accepted lie.

Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure? When spirits ebb, when life's enchanting scenes Their lustre lose, and lessen in our sight, As lands and cities, with their glittering spires, To the poor shatter'd bark by sudden storm Thrown off to sea, and soon to perish there? Will toys amuse? No: thrones will then be toys, And earth and skies seem dust upon the scale.

It is impossible for you to take power over the future because it isn't even real.

Normal is a myth.

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Even when we're with someone we love, we're foolish enough to think of her body and soul as being separate. To stand before the person we love is not the same as loving her true self, for we are only apt to regard her physical beauty as the indispensable mode of her existence. When time and space intervene, it is possible to be deceived by both, but on the other hand, it is equally possible to draw twice as close to her real self.

Thus in a single phrase I can define the great illusion concerning 'love' in this world. It is the effort to join reality with the apparition.

La memoria è lo specchio degli inganni

Is it a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Thus in a single phrase I can define the great illusion concerning 'love' in this world. It is the effort to join reality with the apparition. Presently I came to realize that my conviction—the conviction that I could never be loved-was itself the basic state of human existence

Devant ce que j'avais si longtemps attendu, devant ce que j'avais par avance trop embelli au cours de mes rêveries; il ne me restait finalement qu'un seul recours : la fuite.

I could hear the water running off the roof of the forwarding company next door. I could not shake the illusion that it was the radiance which was splashing down. Bright and shining slivers of it were suicidally hurling themselves at the sham quagmire of the pavement, all smeared with the slush of passing shoes.

É um erro comum, próprio da infância, pensar que se se transformar o demónio em herói, o demónio fica satisfeito.

La realtà a differenza dei sogni, è priva di elasticità.

Um onnagata é uma criança nascida da união ilícita entre sonho e realidade.

The skinned neck, draped gracefully on the floor, seemed to be wearing a cat mask. The cat was only an exterior, life had posed as a cat.

El autoengaño era mi último rayo de esperanza.

Il governo dell'Imperatore fu tinto di due colori: rosso sangue fino al termine della guerra, e dopo iniziò l'epoca del languido grigio cenere. L'Impero fu inonandato di sangue dal giorno in cui Sua Maestà abbandonò alla loro sorte i nostri fratelli maggiori, e si ricoprì di vana cenere il giorno in cui dichiarò la sua umanità, il giorno in cui definì tutto ciò che era accaduto "una concezione immaginaria

When the Golden Temple reflected the evening sun or shone in the moon, it was the light of the water (in the pond before it) that made the entire structure look as if it were mysteriously floating along and flapping its wings. The strong bonds of the temple's form were loosened by the reflection of the quivering water, and at such moments the Golden Temple seemed to be constructed of materials like wind and water and flame that are commonly in motion.

Dreaming was for the moviegoers, fingering their pulpy paper tickets

Tener segreto questo pensiero fu piacevole e allo stesso tempo triste. Quando sentivano di riuscire a volare insieme, spinti dalla potenza dell'amore, dovunque in quel cielo fino alla lontana riva opposta, l'idea di possedere le ali rendeva così reale le loro fantasie. purtroppo entrambi, credendo che solo l'altro avesse le ali, provarono un immenso sconforto perchè erano sicuri che un giorno o l'amato sarebbe volato via da solo".

There are no gods, no nations, no money and no human rights, except in our collective imagination.

Does happiness really depend on self-delusion?