Quotes About Illusion

She did love him, in that way that teenage girls love, like a lemming. Which is not love, of course.

Real life is what happens between those posts. And you only know the version people show you on Instagram. It's a fiction. And I guarantee every single one of those perfect people you see out there is feeling as lost and insecure as you are.

How can you desire someone who hurts you? How can you miss him so much your body aches? Maybe not him, the man he actually was, but the man I thought he was. We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

Miniatures made her feel like she was larger than life, like the world was in the palm of her hand.

You thought we were the most outstanding students in our freshman class. You were wrong. We are pretenders.

We are pretenders.

Perhaps nothing is as simple as it looks. Perhaps everything has another layer, a hidden room that only reveals itself when you accidentally stumble across the secret door. Or perhaps I'm talking bollocks and it's time to go to bed.

One way everything looks all right, the other way, it looks all wrong.

often the trouble with magical things. They're never quite what you'd expect.

It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything. Now it was unfolding, like a flower coming into bloom, radiant with possibility.

He saw Forest and understood what Seer had meant. It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything.

Its a little like looking at yourself looking in a mirror looking at yourself looking in a mirror.

But suddenly Jonas had noticed, following the path of the apple through the air with his eyes, that the piece of fruit had—well, this was the part that he couldn't adequately understand—the apple had changed. Just for an instant. It had changed in mid-air, he remembered. Then it was in his hand, and he looked at it carefully, but it was the same apple. Unchanged. The same size and shape: a perfect sphere. The same nondescript shade, about the same shade as his own tunic.

If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

Not all prisons are made of iron bars, some are made of feather beds.

Never underestimate the human capacity for wishful thinking and willful blindness,' said Miles. Such as a whole society of people who became so wrapped up in avoiding death, they forgot to be alive?

No, amusing me only, I wonder if they realize how they are used? Not a bit. They think they are the emperors of creation. Poor lambs. That's not how I'd describe them. I was thinking of animal sacrifice. Ah. That's closer.

Tej seemed such a sunny personality, much of the time--these flashes of dark were like a crack in the sky, shocking and wrong. Reminding him that the daylight was the illusion, the scattering of light by the atmosphere, and the endless night was the permanent default behind it all.

It's so obviously bogus, no one will look for a second layer of, er, bogusity.

Reminding him that the daylight was the illusion, the scattering of light by the atmosphere, and the endless night was the permanent default behind it all.

All happy endings are ultimately an illusion created by stopping short.

His further study of humanity had revealed just how much people could convince themselves that their own needs were those of the gods, and not the other way around.

If you desire a man to tell you comfortable lies about your prowess, and so fetter any hope of true excellence, I'm sure you may find one anywhere. Not all prisons are made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds.