Quotes About Illusion

The day-to-day life we lead has nothing to do with enlightenment. It is just around the corner, and we don't see it.

You had to make a camera look like it's traveling at 300 mph, but you couldn't make it actually travel at 300 mph so you had to slow everything down and build devices to do that. So you were constantly engineering.

Karin calls the other reality she perceives during her experiences the "fourth dimension.""It's what we call illusion, but it's not illusion. It's not illusion. It exists. It's there. That's where they live. . . . You don't use language when you're in this other experience. You use color, and you have vibration and everything else." Space/time in this dimension, she says, is "irrelevant.

I had created a fantasy that seeing into people would be sweetness and love. Maybe there was some of that, but there was a lot more fear, and jealousy, and anger, and every bad thing I could imagine.

Listen to him long enough," Judith said, "and he can make you believe the polar cap is made of vanilla ice cream.

The celestial hypothesis is sheer propaganda formulated by the haves to delude the havenots.

It is the persistent delusion of an hoodwinked mankind.

You see," Bouton wrote, "you spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time." Truer words were never written.

You'd be surprised what people will believe. Usually, the bigger and the more improbable the lie, the more willing they are to believe it.

Nobody can shee me," she cackled. "Trusht the cloak." Which profound witticism set them all off once more. "What the blistering blazes do you think you're doing?

A sorceress indeed.

Usually, the bigger and the more improbable the lie, the more willing they are to believe it.

If they invent a four legged chicken," Will said, "Horace will think he's gone to Heaven.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.

We may compare this mad, deluded world to a company of poor, blind men, dancing about the brink of a very dangerous pit, but do not perceive it or see how each falls in one after another.

Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.

I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...

all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...

there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...

That didn't happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.