Quotes About Illusion

And that's the thing about marriage. It can look perfect to people from the outside but be utterly imperfect on the inside. The reverse is true as well. No one knows what goes on in a marriage except for the two people living in it.

Honeyed words like bees,Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

It was apparent that there were no facts. Reality was a vague stink that anyone could smell, but no one knew where it came from.

Sometimes in politics, you think you've seen it all. Turns out I was wrong.

whatever happens on earth is only a transitory dream picture projected in time and space by ourselves. We only need to take it seriously in so far as it adds to our experience.

No matter what kind of clouds they are – nimbus, stratus, cumulus – my mother always sees Elvis, and my sister always sees angels.

I go to taste simplicity. Not the simplicity of a golden age; but the simplicity of gold and tinsel.

When he arrived, he found that this was true. New York was no less impressive for being mostly fictional. Of course, the place was lousy with writers.

I imagined myself taller, imagined myself angry, and pulled the subtlest glamour I could around me.

I can see the mouse's tail through thy teeth.

There," Murchaud said, tapping the cool surface the Darkling Glass. "There's is your cellar, Master Poet, and there is your oubliette." "Not mine, surely.

What the Faeries touch cannot be trusted, and they tell naught but lies wrapped in the skin of truth. Wolves in wool coats.

It's funny, ain't it, that nobody holds giving men the illusion they want about themselves against wives, though they hold it against the sisters. And nobody holds it against the illusionists, though they do against spiritualists. I'm not quite sure how to explain what I'm driving at, except it seems to me that these things is all linked.

Beyond magic, the trick to going unnoticed is to look like you belong. And magic always works the better when it's assisted with symbolism and a little subterfuge.

Continuity of experience is an illusion, old man.

Garrett didn't miss the jeweled-serpent glitter in the man's eyes.

The mirrors of his face gleamed all the wrong ways when he smiled.

Real sorcery was not particularly spectacular, despite the flash and gunpowder one might see devoted to making ritual convincing when it came to stage plays.

It was a dream of London, Mehiel told Kit. A dream of England: not quite Faerie, but a place that was neither quite Faerie nor real.

Seduced by Faerie already, Merlin the Magician?" "Not everyone who comes to a lover's bed is seduced.

The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.

From a magician's midnight sleeve the radio-singers distribute all their love-songs over the dew-wet lawns.

Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry! O falling fire and piercing cry and panic, and a weak mailed fist clenched ignorant against the sky!

A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.