Quotes About Illusion

It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!

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Sé lo que quieres parecer»

pues a esta curiosa criatura le gustaba mucho pretender que era dos personas a la vez.

In un Paese delle Meraviglie essi giacciono, Sognando mentre i giorni passano, Sognando mentre le estati muoiono: Eternamente scivolando lungo la corrente.... Indugiando nell'aureo bagliore... Che cosa è la vita, se non un sogno?

change to tinkling sheep- bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all

I've often seen a cat without a grin...but a grin without a cat!It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my life! Alice's adventures in wonderland.

Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.

It's all her fancy: she never executes nobody, you know.

Since Life is but a dream, Why toil to no avail?

You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own...bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

War. Gorgon spits the word. That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

Because you can't keep up the illusion forever, I say. No one has that much magic.

That's what living in their world is-a big lie. An illusion where everyone looks the other way and pretends that nothing unpleasant exists at all, no goblins of the dark, no ghosts of the soul.

We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

The world is a lie...not you and me.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

Nobody Wants to be themselves. That's why there's tv. -Ephigenia

They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.