Quotes About Illusion

Unless you've been living under a rock, you should know that material things lie. Supercars lie, houses lie, shiny stuff lie. Men lie, women lie. But remember this: it is IMPOSSIBLE for the eyes to lie.

He is capable of turning everything into anything--snow into skin, skin into blossoms, blossoms into sugar, sugar into powder, and powder back into little drifts of snow--for all that matters to him, apparently, is to make things into what they are not, which is doubtless proof that he cannot stand being anywhere for long, wherever he happens to be.

Within reality there is a senseless craving for unreality.

Love dissolves truth like wine the pearl.

Získali jsme skute?nost a pÃ…â"¢iÅ¡li jsme o sen.

What you don't know don't hurt you, for it ain't real. They called that Idealism in my book I had when I was in college, and after I got hold of that principle I became an Idealist. I was a brass-bound Idealist in those days. If you are an Idealist it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

I'd be (...) lying there on my back with my clothes on and looking up at the ceiling and watching the cigarette smoke flow up slow and splash against the ceiling like the upside-down slow-motion moving picture of the ghost of a waterfall or like the pale uncertain spirit rising up out of your mouth on the last exhalation, the way the Egyptians figured it, to leave the horizontal tenement of clay in its ill-fitting pants and vest.

There is nothing like a good book to put you to sleep with the illusion that life is rich and meaningful.

Only I thought that the Rip Van Winkle story was all wrong. You went to sleep for a long time, and when you woke up nothing whatsoever had changed. No matter how long you slept, it was the same.

Against firelight, he sees the face of the woman / Lean over, and the lips purse sweet as to bestow a kiss, but / This is not true, and the great glob of spit / Hangs there, glittering, before she lets it fall. The spit is what softens like silk the passage of steel / On the fine-grained stone. It whispers.

under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. And all at once you feel like crying. But the train is going fast, and almost immediately whatever you felt is taken away from you, too. You bloody fool, do you think that you want to milk a cow? You do not want to milk a cow.

If you are an Idealist it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway

it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

I've wondered why it took us so long to catch on. We saw it, and yet we didn't see it. Or rather we were trained not to see it. Conned perhaps into thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, Go away. I'm looking for the truth. And so it goes away. Puzzling.

The world has no existence whatsoever outside of the human imagination.

confidence, fairness, corruption, money illusion, and stories. These are real motivations for real people. They are ubiquitous. The presumption of mainstream macroeconomics that they have no important role strikes us as absurd.

El yo soñado que dormía no notaba la presencia de Halum, pero el yo soñado que observaba la percibía, y yo, el verdadero soñador, los percibía a los dos, y también percibía que todo lo que estaba viendo me llegaba en una visión.

what you think is real becomes your reality.

Whatever we think is real becomes reality, in most cases.

Most people never see the trap they are in.

Money is the carrot, the illusion. If the donkey could see the whole picture, it might rethink its choice to chase the carrot.

Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

You don't know love when you see it. You've tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that.