Quotes About Illusion

Eloquence, n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white.

All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher.

It is little men know of women their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

After dark all cats are leopards. Zuni

Les principes sont comme des attaches, des amarres ; quand on les rompt, on se libère, mais de la manière d'un gros ballon rempli d'hélium, et qui monte, monte, monte, donnant l'impression de s'élever vers le ciel, alors qu'il s'élève vers le néant.

Benim y?kanan kad?n?m sadece bir serap olsa da...GerçeÄŸin as?l yüzü o Façal? Surat olsa da...Bu serin gece ömrümün son gecesi olsa da...Bu ÅŸehirden nefret etmeyeceÄŸim.

Il est des relations d'amour qui fonctionnent ainsi, sur le mode du manque et de l'éloignement. Tant qu'on est ailleurs, on peut maudire la séparation et vivre dans l'idée qu'il suffirait de se rejoindre. Une fois sur place, les yeux se dessillent: la distance préservait encore l'amour, si l'on abolit la distance on prend le risque d'abolir l'amour.

Lamia, Lamia, comment pourrais-tu cacher ta beauté ?

If we live all our lives under lies, it becomes difficult to see anything if it does not have anything to do with these lies. If it is, for example, true or, say, honest.

Why, then, in our ordinary experience do we feel so separate? This separateness, insists the mystic, is an illusion.

Om (AUM) is the truth of all truths, the light of all lights and the destroyer of all illusions.

You think this will solve all our problems. It's magical thinking, Michael. It's the way a child thinks.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Facts have a tendency to obscure the truth.

The hawk plays with the pigeon and the pigeon is happy, but not knowing that it is playing with death.

She suffered from the opposite of "phantom limb" syndrome; something essential appeared to be present, but it was not.

We live and we love the world, Lillian thinks, and we kid ourselves that the world loves us back.

Mrs. Gruber said that happiness was not something she aspired to, that when we had seen as much of the world as she had, we would know that what lies right behind the horseshit is not a prize pony, my dears, it's more horseshit.

His charm and cheer blinded you, made you deaf to your own thoughts, until all you could do was nod and smile, while the frost came down, killing you where you stood.

How hard it must be to keep fighting for a dream when that dream is probably a mirage.

I suppose there are two worlds-the small, protected one we carve out for ourselves, where we fret about a whole lot of nothing, and the other world, the real one, which comes knocking at the door, demanding to be let in and given a seat.

When you woke up, for a moment you thought you were the moon.

Anyone who says things like "Happy Ever After" as though that end to a love story is a given, is cooking up a right stinking cauldron of shite and trying to serve it as soup.

It was like when a midde-aged woman, happily married, found out that her favorite movie star was gay. It broke her heart just a litte to know that there wasn't even a chance in fantasyland for the two of them to ever touch.