Quotes About Illusion

I picture is worth 1000 denials.

El amor es una mentira, pero funciona.

la memoria es traidora, débil, mentirosa.

Tal vez las rutinas nos cieguen y sólo veamos lo que creemos que debemos ver.

Because my memory is a lie." "Mine, too. All memories are lies. We all invent the past. Do you think my parents were really the way I remember them today?

Todos creemos saber del amor, todos creemos entender algo del amor. Y, sin embargo, continúa siendo una materia oscura, el reino de la confusión y lo enigmático.

Buscaba el Paraíso porque ignoraba que era un lugar inexistente.

Los recuerdos no son siempre lo que parecen.

Los recuerdos no son siempre lo que parecen.

cuando nosotras creemos enamorarnos de alguien, enseguida enumeramos, como origen de nuestro entusiasmo, un espejismo de virtudes sin fin que le suponemos a esa persona

aunque no sepas el tiempo que te queda, no eres otra cosa que un condenado a muerte? Y, sin embargo, a la mañana siguiente vuelve a estallar la vida con su alegre mentira

Parece mentira que el fin de un espejismo amoroso que tal vez sólo ha durado unas semanas pueda sumirte en semejante infierno.

La fama es la versión más barata, inestable y artificial del triunfo.

la realidad acaba por adaptarse a nuestros sueños... y a veces también a nuestras pesadillas.

Aunque mi cuerpo se hiela, me imagino que me quemo; y es que el hielo algunas veces hace la impresión de fuego.

Zaten bir ÅŸey geçmiÅŸte kald??? zaman, onu ÅŸimdiki an?n gerçekliÄŸinde bir fanteziden, bir ilüzyondan farkl? k?lan ÅŸey nedir ki? Bir zamanlar yaÅŸanm?? olsa da art?k an?lar d???nda var olamaz.

In wine was truth, perhaps, but in whisky, the way Hoffman sluiced it down, was an army of imaginary rats climbing your legs.

The apparent facts, if you like. I'm not a philosopher. We lawyers don't deal in ultimate realities. Who knows what they are? We deal in appearances.

all Desire is Illusion and a new binding upon the Wheel.

Do not weep; for, look you, all Desire is Illusion and a new binding upon the. wheel.

came because I wished to see thee—misguided by the Red Mist of affection.

No, because I am not a ventriloquist.

He said, Yeah, well, artists are a lot like gangsters. They both know that the official version, the one everyone else believes, is a lie.

A dog-it was a dog I saw for certain. Or thought I saw. It was snowing pretty hard by then, and you can see things in the snow that aren't there, or aren't exactly there, so that by God when you do see something, you react anyhow, erring on the distaff side, if you get my drift. That's my training as a driver, but it's also my temperament as a mother of two grown sons and wife to an invalid, and that way when I'm wrong at least I'm wrong on the side of the angels.