Quotes About Illusion

Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthiel. And there is no other.' Zalos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. 'Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms.

To fool somebody else, you have to fool yourself first.

Todo este tiempo he creído que pensaba en profundidad, pero se trataba tan sólo de una ilusión.

You're searching, Joe, for things that don't exist I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings-there are no such things.

Humans often assumed symmetry and equality where none existed.

Strike looked down at his own plate: where there should have been chips, there was only salad.

However, Strike knew that the truly deluded would happily discount such trivialities as DNA evidence, citing contamination, or conspiracy. They saw what they wanted to see, blind to inconvenient, implacable truth.

We don't love each other; we love the idea we have of each other.

her beauty got in the way, like a thick cobweb through which it was difficult to see her clearly.

Felicità perfetta non esiste.

She'd spent nearly half her life with Matthew, and not until a hard, bright diamond ear stud had appeared in their bed had she realized that he was living a life apart, and was not, and perhaps never had been, the man she thought she knew.

there was no romantic whisper of quiet woods or secret garden about them . . .

He pointed a finger at the sky. 'What?' said Robin, looking up into the blue haze. 'If you look carefully,' said Strike, 'you might just see an asteroid passing through the house of bollocks.

Le hemos ofrecido una falsa impresión del desenfreno del proletariado

the truly deluded would happily discount such trivialities as DNA evidence, citing contamination, or conspiracy. They saw what they wanted to see, blind to inconvenient, implacable truth.

The trouble with altering the facts to fit the picture is that it's a cumulative exercise. It starts as a game — a bit of a lark really. Then it gets serious, then complicated, then . . . then pleasure becomes pain because you find yourself and everyone else believing the charade — living the lie as if it were the truth.

Man's ability to indulge in self-deception knows no bounds.

I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home.

In old magazines and newspapers we find a number of uncomfortably revealing things: the aged as young, the dead as living, forgotten people as celebrities, an array of our own barbarous and long-discarded fads and postures, and worst, visible only in this removed perspective, our own sickening pretensions to meaning and permanence.

Then came the Boris Vallejo virtual reality mindfucks.

If tax remedies are so advantageous, why would they provoke the ire of voters? Here I will suggest that voters generally, and prosperous voters in particular, suffer from what I call the mother of all cognitive illusions: they believe that having to pay higher taxes would make it more difficult to buy what they want. Like many illusory beliefs, this one may strike most people as self-evidently true. And yet, as I will explain, it is completely baseless.

Some people live their entire life not knowing who they are, others live their life thinking they are something they are not. Only a luck few are blessed enough to find themselves in someone else.

There are mighty few people who think what they think they think.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am -- not stuck in the middle, but hovering above the entire farcical spectrum, weeping as I behold my fellow man's devotion to political illusion and self-destruction.