Quotes About Illusion

If ANYTHING is assumed to be other than bullshit, then there is something wrong with the perspective.

Nothing is real unless it is observed

The image that emerges from quantum physics is similar in some ways to the way that the illusion that air, or water is a continuous fluid emerges. Myriad tiny particles separated by tiny gaps feels to you like a smooth fluid. Myriad quantum states separated by tiny gaps feels to you like a smooth flow of time. Zeno was right. The arrow of time points, but it does not move. THE

Coincidence is just the word we use when we have not yet discovered the cause. . . . It's an illusion of the human mind, a way of saying, 'I don't know why this happened this way, and I have no intention of finding out.

Cuando alguien le preguntaba porque era tan diferente, porque se mostraba tan reposado y porque sus ojos parecían como si absorbiesen la luz, siempre contestaba lo mismo. Se dio cuenta muy pronto que no había ningún lugar seguro; ni el jardín trasero, ni el parque, ni el porche de la entrada o la calle tranquila que bordeaba un extremo de la ciudad. No había ningún lugar seguro ni nadie que le protegiese. La infancia era una ilusión.

What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that's the way he rolled—his path, his choices, and no looking back.

He learned early that there was no safe place, not the backyard or the playground, not the front porch or the quiet road that grazed the edge of town. No safe place, and no one to protect you. Childhood was illusion.

Certainly I've had the experience of thinking a person was one thing, and finding out they were another.

An elephant is a mouse, built to government specifications.

she looked like Vivien, the Lady of the Lake, only she was fat and her lake was dust, sand and dust, bones and dust and sand.

She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.

Stories hold power because they convey the illusion that life has purpose and direction. Where God is absent from the lives of all but the most blessed, the writer, of all people, replaces that ordering principle. Stories make sense when so much around us is senseless, and perhaps what makes them most comforting is that, while life goes on and pain goes on, stories do us the favor of ending.

Houdini, the magician who debunked magic, could not bear to see the great rationalist [Arthur Conan] Doyle enchanted by ghosts and frauds. And so he did what any friend would: He set out to prove spiritualism false and rob his friend Doyle of the only comforting fiction that was keeping him sane. It was the least he could do.

There are times when all the lies you have told about yourself to yourself just fall away. In your twenties, you tell yourself the lie that you are unusual, unprecedented, and interesting. You do this largely by purchasing things or stealing things. You adorn yourself with songs and clothes and borrowed ideas and poses. In your thirties, you tell yourself the lie that you are still in your twenties.

The use of symbols and metaphors, the endless interplay between illusion and reality, the difficulty of getting at a commonly accepted truth: these are all things that make Italy both frustrating and endlessly intriguing—not least because they raise the tantalizing question of why a people who spend so much of their time peering behind masks and facades should nevertheless be so concerned with appearances, with what they see on the surface.

one reason Italians place such emphasis on what is visible is because they assume it is a representation of something that is not.

So what do I do when the call comes to take part in a 'reality' show? Like a gullible teenager with stars in his eyes and mush where his brain should be, I fall for it.

Hollywood has always been a cage... a cage to catch our dreams.

Life before birth is a dream, life after death is another dream. What comes between is only a mirage of the dreams.

The best game to play, he thought, is the game you don't realize you are playing.

La Historia es una pesadilla de la que intento despertar...

La gente que pretendía que las cosas volvieran a ser como antes solía ser tremendamente ingenua.

El mejor juego es aquel en el que no te das cuenta de que estás jugando»

Find the psychosis in flower, he thought.