Quotes About Illusion

Until I saw what happened to Mongo, I thought that getting canceled was the worst thing that could happen. Wrong. Being dead and not knowing it is much, much worse.

So much, then, for the "mystery" of how Muslim culture was somehow lost or left behind. The notion that in the medieval era Islamic culture was advanced well beyond Europe is as much an illusion as recent ones about an "Arab Spring." The Islamic world was backward then, and so it remains.

The object we love seems to us more beautiful than it is:

Is it our senses that lend the subject these different conditions, while the subjects nevertheless have only one? That is what we see in the bread we eat; it is only bread, but our use makes of it bones, blood, flesh, hair, and nails:

Now since our condition accommodates things to itself and transforms them according to itself, we no longer know what things are in truth; for nothing comes to us except as falsified and altered by our senses.

The uncertainty of our senses makes uncertain all that they produce:

Entertainment is about the way things should be. Art is about the way they are.

They give you a smaller glass so it feels like you're getting more

It is a truism that Hollywood trailers advertise not the movie that has been made, but the movie that the studio wishes had been made.

Finding success in a Michael bay film is like finding the Virgin on a slice of toast, but less rewarding.

Although it might well be possible for a sufficiently cleverly constructed such system to preserve an illusion, for some considerable time (as with Deep Thought), that it possesses some understanding, I shall maintain that a computer system's actual lack of understanding should-in principle, at least-eventually reveal itself.

You fooled us. Render your work, not your lives. This seems like the newest answer to an old question. Cheap muscle and blood to build you an Empire- that we can't stay in. Gran's gone missing from Saturday morning. Brixton Market? No one is frowning at the quality of the yams, or asking how the snapper's eye so cloudy. There'll be no Saturday soup tonight.

The consolation of an imaginary thing is still a real consolation.

Realism...is a kind of disappointed tribute to the ideal.

All sentimentality is like this: it redirects emotion from the object to the subject, so as to create a fantasy of emotion without the real cost of feeling it.

Which one is the right way? Huh? You're asking me that ? How should I know? Mortals call you Buddha. That is only because they are afflicted with language and ignorance.

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.

Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu regarded regarded regarded Brahma Brahma Brahma... They sat in the Hall of Mirrors.

Much of the world is illusion, yet the forms of that illusion follow a pattern which is a part of divine reality.

The entire universe is a revelation, said the monk. All things change, yet all things remain. Day follows night... each day is different, yet each is day. Much of the world is illusion, yet the forms of that illusion follow a pattern which is a part of divine reality.

I can see through Shadow, Corwin.

I could not tell whether it was a double or you playing games. The third possibility did cross my mind, though-that you had duelled in some adjacent area of Shadow for a sufficient time to cast shadows of yourself.

It seemed as if everyone I met knew me, and as if everyone were playing an elaborate double-game.

Was that a dark figure ducking behind a windmill tree? Or only the dance of shadows in my shadow-shifting eyes?