Quotes About Illusion

Todo lo que vemos o nos parece, no es sino un ensueño en un ensueño!

Y aquel velo era el velo de los sueños, de los dulces sueños que hacen ver la vida de color de rosa. Y con él envolvió a los cuatro hombres flacos, barbudos e impertinentes. Los cuales cesaron de estar tristes, porque penetró en su pecho la esperanza, y en su cabeza el sol alegre, con el diablillo de la vanidad, que consuela en sus profundas decepciones a los pobres artistas.

Todo esto viene en medio del silencio profundo en que la noche envuelve la terrena ilusión, y siento como un eco del corazón del mundo que penetra y conmueve mi propio corazón.

La luz produce los colores: los colores no encienden la luz.

Literatura é sempre sobre o que não é. É um bruxedo para o retorno do que já foi.

Mas o fato é que não é possível acumular coisa alguma. O acumular é uma ilusão. Por isso Deus chamou o rico de insensato.

People who say … they're perfectly fine [are] more insane than the rest of us.

To compensate for this undercurrent of uselessness, we pretend we're all terribly important and that we have something to bring to the world.

Much of what you see out there is manufactured by your brain, painted in like computer-generated graphics in a movie; only a very small part of the inputs to your occipital lobe comes directly from the external world, the rest comes from internal memory stores and other processes.

Some popular quotations smell of airless closets. They exhale the stale imagination of the intellectual lower middle class. "Suspension of disbelief" has become one of them. Dressed up as a scintillating double negation, it serves the pedestrian notion of art as illusion.

The more perfect our means of direct experience, the more easily we are caught by the dangerous illusion that perceiving is tantamount to knowing and understanding.

Women are not in love with me but with the picture of me on the screen. I am merely the canvas on which women paint their dreams.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

I know now it is children who accept life; grown people cover it up and pretend it is different with drinks.

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun's light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it's still one light.

Every tree and plant in the medouw seemed to be dancing, those with average eyes would see as fixed and still.

The further the distance, the stronger the illusion.

The lesser the talent, the longer they spent on the red carpet.

The strong man lit a cigarette. It looked too frail for his hand. They looked like King Kong and Fay Wray, that hand, that cigarette. There was a movie going on right under his nose and he didn't even know. The guy had about one brain cell and he was doing time in it.

Glittery prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity.

No. Not really, I suppose madness is not seeing things as others see them.

All those happy, pretty, successful people- he hated them because he knew they didn't really exist, and he hated even more the magazine that glorified them and in a way that made them exist, actors, rock musicians, famous writers, politicians. Those aren't people, he fumed, they're photographs.

A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child. He made a toy house and some toy years.

On the other side of a mirror there's an inverse world, where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the earth and recede to the first slime of love.