Quotes About Illusion

Sometimes a butterfly is not just a butterfly. This is what Oma taught me. You know the worst thing I learned from her? You can be a monster and not even know you are one. They look like us. They think they are us. But really, they've got a monster hiding inside.

Like all stories, it has pieces which are true, and pieces which are fiction. Nothing is ever really what it seems. Remember

But Tess always wondered—maybe people were better off with the watered-down version of life, life with blinders, filters, cars that ran and buildings that went up on time, simple, stupid, mindless jobs. Maybe they were happy.

We don't know the terrible things that are coming our way," she said as she looked down at the cut crystal, her eyes teary. "We just see the shiny surface, our own beautiful selves reflected in it. Not the monster lurking beneath.

The wind blew, rippling the water, making everything waver as if none of it were real.

Lisa smiled. 'You know how sometimes, you catch the faintest hint of movement in the corner of your eye, then you blink and it's gone? That's them.

I think people see what they want to see... But think about it: if you'd lost someone you love, wouldn't you give almost anything to have the chance to see them again?

Sometimes, Ultraviolet, things feel true to us even if they're not.

Sometimes feel true to us even if they are not.

Sometimes things feel true to us even if they're not

A: Anyone who looks like she does has to be somebody... B: What does she look like? A: An ice cream. I had a spoon I would have eaten her.

Le soleil mentait, quand il se couchait si doux et si calme, au milieu de la grande sérénité du soir.

The vision that had emerged from the invisible was returning to the invisible. It was no more an appearance that was fading away, having created an illusion. All is but a dream. And, at the peak of happiness, Angélique had vanished, in the faint breath of a kiss.

After a time, she believed in the reality of this comedy

Tais-toi, rêveuse ! Tu me fais trembler ... Tu te briseras les os, en retombant sur terre.

It was but an illusion, but that dear little face, still so soft and silent, told them so many things which none other would have heard!

the dead flesh of the beauty of his dreams (49)

It was a strange way of killing, not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope, through eighteen years!

We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.

Perceiving myself in a blunder, I attempted to correct it. I might have seen there was too great a disparity between the ages of the parties to make it likely that they were man and wife. One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is reserved for the solace of our declining years. The other did not look seventeen.

One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls:

She may be beautiful, but she's certainly no angel.

?udan je to na?in ubijanja, osamnaest godina obmanjuje me ta sjenka nade piju?i mi krv na slamku.

one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.