Quotes About Illusion

But if the gods do not exist at all - then we are lost,' I said. On the contrary - we are found!' said Aesop. But when we are afraid, who can we turn to, if not the gods?' Ourselves. We turn to ourselves anyway. We only pretend there are gods and that they care about us. It is a comforting falsehood.

What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever.

La verdad es que las fantasías, fantasías son y una no puede vivir extasiada todos los días del año. Incluso si das un portazo y te largas, incluso si jodes con todo el mundo a la vista, no te acercas más a la libertad necesariamente.

Tanti Roz, mi se pare c? au inventat un alt spital decât cel real. Se prefac c? oamenii vin la spital decât ca s? se vindece. DeÈ™i unii vin ca s? moar?. -Ai dreptate,Oscar. ?i cred c? facem aceeaÈ™i greÈ™eal? È™i în privinÈ›a vieÈ›ii. Uit?m c? viaÈ›a e fragil?, f?râmicioas?, efemer?. Ne credem toÈ›i nemuritori.

acele buchete de flori care pornesc în c?utarea unei inimi ÅŸi nu g?sesc decât o vaz?.

Je crois qu'on fait la même erreur pour la vie. Nous oublions que la vie est fragile,friable, éphémère. Nous faisons tous semblant d'être immortels.

J'ai l'impression, Mamie-Rose, qu'on a inventé un autre hôpital que celui qui existe vraiment. On fait comme si on ne venait à l'hôpital que pour guérir. Alors qu'on y vient aussi pour mourir. - Tu as raison, Oscar. Et je crois qu'on fait la même erreur pour la vie. Nous oublions que la vie est fragile, friable, éphémère. Nous faisons tous semblant d'être immortels.

Dimentichiamo che la vita è fragile, friabile, effimera. Facciamo tutti finta di essere immortali.

Tanti Roz, mi se pare c? au inventat un alt spital decât cel real. Se prefac c? oamenii nu vin la spital decât ca s? se vindece. DeÈ™i unii vin ca s? moar?. -Ai dreptate, Oscar. ?i cred c? facem aceeaÈ™i greÈ™eal? È™i-n privinÈ›a vieÈ›ii. Uit?m c? viaÈ›a e fragil?, f?râmicioas?, efemer?. Ne credem toÈ›i nemuritori.

Hakikat, bizim en fazla hoÅŸumuza giden yalan?n ta kendisidir, öyle deÄŸil mi?

Te-mpaci cu eÅŸecul? — M?-mpac cu lupta neîncetat?. Dup? mine, victoria const? chiar în lupt?, nu în deznod?mântul ei. F?r? s?-mi uit scopul, renunÅ£ la iluzia de a câÅŸtiga.

Most people are not even aware of their need to conform. They live under the illusion that they follow their own ideas and inclinations, that they are individualists, that they have arrived at their opinions as the result of their own thinking—and that it just happens that their ideas are the same as those of the majority.

Our conscious motivations, ideas, and beliefs are a blend of false information, biases, irrational passions, rationalizations, prejudices, in which morsels of truth swim around and give the reassurance, albeit false, that the whole mixture is real and true. The thinking processes attempt to organize this whole cesspool of illusions according to the laws of plausibility. This level of consciousness is supposed to reflect reality; it is the map we use for organizing our life.

Modern man lives under the illusion that he knows 'what he wants,' while he actually wants what he is supposed to want. In order to accept this it is necessary to realize that to know what one really wants is not comparatively easy, as most people think, but one of the most difficult problems any human being has to solve. It is a task we frantically try to avoid by accepting ready-made goals as though they were our own.

The basic for any approach to self-transformation is an ever-increasing awareness of reality and the shedding of illusions.

Yet all this bespeaks a dim realization of the truth—the truth that modern man lives under the illusion that he knows what he wants, while he actually wants what he is supposed to want. In order to accept this it is necessary to realize that to know what one really wants is not comparatively easy, as most people think, but one of the most difficult problems any human being has to solve. It is a task we frantically try to avoid by accepting ready-made goals as though they were our own.

An illusion shared by everyone becomes a reality.

To know and yet [think] we do not know is the highest [attainment]; not to know [and yet think] we do know is a disease.

Nothing that comes through synthesizrs can fix you, or give you your fix. Nothing here.

Maybe that's what love is, in the end: a shared illusion of safety.

I've often thought madness, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

There is so much more to this world then outward appearances. Our society basks in the illusion of normalcy every day, and hides from the truth every night.

Reality, n. The dream of a mad philosopher. That which would remain in the cupel if one should assay a phantom. The nucleus of a vacuum.

Dentist: a prestidigitator who, putting metal into your mouth, pulls coin out of your pocket.