Quotes About Illusion

Cada pessoa é apenas o sonho de si próprio. Eu nem isso sou.

Recognizing that reality is a kind of illusion, and that illusion is a kind of reality, is simultaneously necessary and pointless.

There is no body or truth we possess, nor even any illusion. We are phantoms made of lies. Shadows of illusions, our lives are hollow on both the outside and the inside.

no nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed!

Somos muerte. Esto, que consideramos vida, es el sueño de la vida real, la muerte de lo que verdaderamente somos.

All of history happens in the mist, and the great battles we are told about, the great ceremonies, all man's greatest achievements, are merely great spectacles shrouded in mist, cortèges glimpsed in the distance in the dim twilight.

Everything was sleeping as if the universe were a mistake.

Não sei se é amor que tens, ou amor que finges, O que me dás. Dás-mo. Tanto me basta. Já que o não sou por tempo, Seja eu jovem por erro. Pouco os deuses nos dão, e o pouco é falso. Porém, se o dão, falso que seja, a dádiva É verdadeira. Aceito, Cerro olhos: é bastante. Que mais quero?

We don't even know if what ends with daylight terminates in us as useless grief, or if we are just an illusion among shadows, and reality just this vast silence without wild ducks that falls over the lakes where straight and stiff reeds swoon. We know nothing. Gone is the memory of the stories we heard as children, now so much seaweed; still to come is the tenderness of future skies, a breeze in which imprecision slowly opens into stars.

Civilization consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result.

I have never been anything more than a mere vestige, a simulacrum of myself.

The truth is, though, that the things we love most, or think we love, only have their full value when we merely dream them.

Tenemos todos dos vidas: la verdadera, que es la que soñamos en la infancia, y que continuamos soñando, adultos en un sustrato de niebla; la falsa, que es la que vivimos en convivencia con los demás, que es la práctica, la útil, aquella en que terminan por meternos en un cajón.

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Art frees us, illusorily, from the squalor of being. While feeling the wrongs and sufferings endured by Hamlet, prince of Denmark, we don't feel our own, which are vile because they're ours and vile because they're vile.

Romantizm hastal??? budur iÅŸte: sanki sahip olman?n bir yolu varm?? gibi Ay'a göz dikmek.

Inutilmente parecemos grandes. Salvo nós nada pelo mundo fora Nos saúda a grandeza Nem sem querer nos serve.

We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love.

Your profile relies on you not being anything and the shape of your unreal body unstrings and scatters the pearls of the very idea that you even have a shape. You have already passed, you have already been, I have already loved you — that is how I feel your presence.

Toen ik mij wilde ontmaskeren Zat het masker vast aan mijn gezicht.

Os meus sonhos são um refúgio estúpido, como um guarda-chuva contra um raio.

O que me dói não é O que há no coração Mas essas coisas lindas Que nunca existirão… São as formas sem forma Que passam sem que a dor As possa conhecer Ou as sonhar o amor. São como se a tristeza Fosse árvore e uma a uma, Caíssem suas folhas Entre o vestígio e a bruma

Tu amor por las cosas soñadas era tu desprecio por las cosas vividas.

Living is pointless. Only looking is worthwhile. If I could look without living, I would achieve happiness, but that's impossible, as is everything we dream about. How ecstatic the ecstasy that did not involve life!