Quotes About Illusion

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

Reality can be very boring.

Time is not a solid, linear thing, no matter how much man tries to pretend it is. Time has humored us, much like a parent does a child, bending this way and that, to make us think we have the upper hand, but make no mistake: we do not. There are levels and dimensions of time, unimaginable twists and nooks that our punny brains cannot even begin to understand.

Poof! It's magic!

People were fascinated by the idea of someone pulling the wool over their eyes.

Just because you admired someone didn't mean he was your soul mate.

Innocence may not be all it's cracked up to be.

Le poisson ne vous dira pas que le pêcheur pêche, mais vous dira qu'il est en train de tuer

There are many versions of a story. Many sides and lenses that can distort, change, illuminate what is seen and unseen. What is heard and unheard. What is felt and unfelt. In the end, truth is but a facet of a diamond, a spark of ray from the sun, a forget-me-not flower seen from the eyes of a bee. What lives and breathes as reality is a perception, so who is to say what is possible and impossible?

Qué grande era el sol en el cielo, o a mí me lo parecía. Y cuando salió la carroza blanca, arrastrada por caballos blancos y pajes vestidos de blanco, algo se rompió en mí o en el mundo. De pronto no creí en nada de cuanto me habían dicho: todo era una mentira más de los Gigantes; porque allí mismo, del blanco casi cegador, se alzó él ante mis ojos —y supe que era sólo ante mis ojos, un adiós sólo mío—

As to the kind of truth one finds in books, it is a truth that enables us sometimes to discern what things are not, without ever enabling us to discover what they are.

Šta može hladna i gola istina protiv blistavih ?ari laži?

Not every beautiful flower has a beautiful flagrant scent.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

But realism in art can only be achieved in one way—through artifice.

The photographic image is the object itself, the object freed from the conditions of time and space that govern it. No matter how fuzzy, distorted, or discolored, no matter how lacking in documentary value the image may be, it shares, by virtue of the very process of its becoming, the being of the model of which it is the reproduction; it is the model.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

This cancer of the mind which consists of thinking all too sadly that certain things 'are,' while others, which well might be, 'are not.

Today's education is entirely defective to the extent that, calling itself positivist, it begins with abusing the child's trust by presenting as true what is only either a temporary phenomenon or a hypothesis, when it's not a blatant untruth; and to the extent that it prevents children from forming in good time their own opinions by creasing into them certain habits that make their freedom of judgement an illusion

The imaginary is that which tends to become real.

Time is a tease

Perhaps] I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I've forgotten.

Whatever desire or even illusion I may have had to the contrary, perhaps I have not been adequate to what she offered me. But what was she offering me? It does not matter. Only love in the sense I understand it–mysterious, improbable, unique, bewildering, and certain love that can only be foolproof , might have permitted the fulfillment of a miracle.

Aunque haya podido desearlo, aunque quizás también haya podido ilusionarme con ello, quizás no estuve a la altura de lo que ella me proponía. Pero ¿qué me proponía? Poco importa. Sólo el amor en el sentido en que yo lo entiendo —pero, en ese caso, el misterioso, el improbable, el único, el que todo lo une y el indudable amor— tal y como a fin de cuentas sólo puede ser a toda prueba, hubiera podido en este caso obrar el milagro.