Quotes About Illusion

Whether it is a simulated experience or a dream, the information that exists is all real... and an illusion at the same time.

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.

O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time.

I mean, time for me, I can make it go slow or fast, however I please. That's how I know it doesn't exist.

Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

Every time I see him, he's not there.

Space-time-causation, or name-and-form, is what is called Maya.

Why did everyone like that story so much when it wasn't true? Why was everyone so eager to believe it? Was it because, in real life, ever after's generally stink?

he kept getting glimmers of hope—hope that died instantly when he moved the chairs aside and saw nothing there.

The magic will not solve your problems. It will only add to them. The magic will not make people like you. It will increase their distrust. The magic will not ease your pain. It will twist and burn inside you until sometimes you think that even death would be preferable. -Antimodes, Soulforge

My waking and sleeping seem mixed together. I'm walking in a dream half the time, and sleeping through reality the other half.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But

Magic is the recognition of the fire burning behind us when all else see only their own shadow on the wall.

He is very short-sighted and thus walks happily through this world blind to all its ugliness. For him, daily life passes in a pleasant blur.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But what of you? How was your journey to your homelands?

Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we should just give up?" Tanis asked, irritably tossing the bark away. "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open," Raistlin answered.

hope is the denial of reality

The story of my life doesn't exist. Does not exist. There's never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it's not true, there was no one.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book, or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

Je n'ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n'ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer, je n'ai jamais rien fait qu'attendre devant la porte fermée.

Nunca hay centro. Ni camino, ni línea. Hay vastos pasajes donde se insinúa que alguien hubo. No es cierto, no hubo nadie.

You're always more unreal to yourself than other people are.

Aucun couple, même le meilleur, ne peut encourager à l'amour, ce n'est pas vrai.