Quotes About Illusion

Perception can make whatever picture the mind desires to see. Remember this. In this lies either Heaven or hell, as you elect. Manual

All your suffering is rooted in a single superstition which is that you believe you live in a world when in truth the world lives in you." Imagine for a moment that the world is not a physical place that is separate from you, but rather a projection of your state of mind. If this is so, then your mind really can move mountains. There are three dominant worldviews

When life looks like easy street there is danger at your door

People say they love truth, but in reality they want to believe that which they love is true.

Voltaire rubbed salt into these wounds by denouncing war as the "great illusion." "The victorious nation never profits from the spoils of the conquered; it pays for everything," he said. "It suffers as much when its armies are successful as when they are defeated. Whoever wins, humanity loses.

In time, the expression "Potemkin village" came to mean a sham, or something fraudulent, erected or spoken to conceal an unpleasant truth. As such, it became a cliché; now, it is part of the language.

There's nothing more vivid than the theater of the mind

This is what the theologian Reinhold Niebuhr talked about as "the sin of sensuality." And it's what the Hindus talk about as maya—the dance of illusion, the intoxicating (addictive) dance of sensuous things that enchants and enthralls the mind, catching us up in the cycles of pleasure and pain.

and he was too dense—and, in recent months, too drunk—to follow Mother into what T.S. Eliot had called, in his poem "Gerontion," "the wilderness of mirrors.

If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.

This means that just when we are comfortable, then we find there is Change. But within us, our ego likes security. Security means constancy in existence, in appearance. Constancy is having. But constancy is not in the world of action. Constancy in the world of action is an illusion. The beingness which we seek cannot be found in appearance. This is because the beingness is in the becoming. The becoming is the essence for it is the pathway toward God.

Metaphysics is a restaurant where they give you a thirty thousand page menu, and no food.

When one person suffers from a delusion, it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called a Religion.

Maybe time was an illusion after all, as some of the latest scientific theories seemed to suggest.

We must believe, or as Samuel Taylor Coleridge suggested, we must willingly suspend our disbelief.

The storyteller leads us into expectation, makes us think we understand, then cracks open reality

La escena no trata de lo que parece tratar en la escena. Trata de otra cosa.

Belief and seeing are both often wrong.

We see what we want to believe.

Money is really made up. It is only because of the illusion of confidence and the ignorance of the masses that this house of cards stands. He talked

Rich dad went on to explain that the rich know that money is an illusion, truly like the carrot for the donkey. It's only out of fear and greed that the illusion of money is held together by billions of people who believe that money is real. It's not. Money is really made up. It is only because of the illusion of confidence and the ignorance of the masses that this house of cards stands.

It's just like the picture of a donkey dragging a cart with its owner dangling a carrot just in front of its nose. The donkey's owner may be going where he wants to, but the donkey is chasing an illusion. Tomorrow there will only be another carrot for the donkey.

It blinds the person to what is really going on. It causes them to miss major opportunities for much more significant growth of their money.

The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. If to be fair is to be beautiful, he said, who can compare with me in my white mask? Who can compare with him in his white mask? I asked Death beside me. Who can compare with me? said Death, for I am paler still. You are very beautiful, sighed the Clown, turning his powdered face from the mirror.