Quotes About Illusion

this place is full of shit. It's run by aliens from outer space. Sure, they make the food look Italian, they make it smell Italian, but it tastes like goo from Mars.

Do you know, by the way, that in show business the magician is considered to be completely without artistic talent?

When you start looking for purity in politics, you eventually get to unreality.

Por su culpa, las ilusiones que hacen de la existencia algo más que una suma de rutinas, se me habían apagado. A ratos, me sentía un viejo.

La literatura es puro artificio, pero la gran literatura consigue disimularlo y la mediocre lo delata.

Valía la pena, papá? ¿Era por la ilusión de estar disfrutando del poder? A veces pienso que no, que medrar era lo secundario. Que, en verdad, a ti, a Arala, a Pichardo, a Chirinos, a Álvarez Pina, a Manuel Alfonso, les gustaba ensuciarse. Que Trujillo les sacó del fondo del alma una vocación masoquista, de seres que necesitaban ser escupidos, maltratados, que sintiéndose abyectos se realizaban. El

La ficción es una mentira que encubre una profunda verdad; ella es la vida que no fue, la que los hombres y mujeres de una época dada quisieron tener y no tuvieron y por eso debieron inventarla. p. 13. Cartas a un joven novelista.

ilusión de sintetizar lo real, de resumir la vida. Ese apetito debió verse plenamente colmado con Madame Bovary, ejemplo de obra clausurada, de libro-círculo.

Él creía —era uno de sus grandes errores— que la distinción entre socialismo totalitario y democrático es una ilusión, algo provisional y aparente que, en la práctica, se iría borrando a favor del primero.

Mi país, nuestros países, son, en un sentido profundo, más ficciones que realidades.

Per colpa sua, le illusioni che fanno dell'esistenza qualcosa di più d'una somma di cose routinarie, si erano spente. A tratti, mi sentivo un vecchio.

If we are blindly living out an archetype, we are not containing our own life. We are possessed, and possession acts as a magnet on unconscious people in our environment. A life that is being truly lived is constantly burning away the veils of illusion, gradually revealing the essence of the individual.

Whether we like it or not, one of our tasks on this earth is to work with the opposites through different levels of consciousness until body, soul and spirit resonate together. Initiation rites, experienced at the appropriate times in our lives, burn off what is no longer relevant, opening our eyes to new possibilities of our own uniqueness. They tear off the protective veils of illusion until at last we are strong enough to stand in our own naked truth.

I don't think love is blind, but wanting to be in love, that's probably blind.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

But it could also be an enslavement, a hell , to keep searching for the enchanted , keep plunging down, down to the lonely chambers of the sea. To seek mermaids . It was a tragic thing to do, like looking for Eden.

Could something be real when all evidence of it was gone? Was something categorically true if it lived on only in your head, same as your dreams?

Everyone has a Cordova story, whether they like it or not.

It sounds like something out of a night film. Not real life.

We swear we see each other, but all we are ever able to make out is a tiny porthole view of an ocean. We think we remember the past, but our memories are as fantastic and flimsy as dreams. It's so easy to hate the pretty one, worship the genius, love the rockstar, trust the good girl. That's never their only story.

We are under an invincible blindness as to the real and true nature of things

Que sont les fantasmes ? Des rêves dont nous nous servons pour nous préserver de la réalité. Notre monde est un plancher rigide qui nous casse le dos si on dort à même le sol.

It is adorable and healthily childlike secretly to believe in fairy tales, but the instant one articulates such viewpoints to other people, one goes from darling to dumbo, from childlike to chillingly out of touch with reality," wrote Albert Pooley in The Imperial Consort of the Dairy Queen (1981, p. 233).

There it is, he'd say reverentially. The box represents the mysterious threshold between reality and make believe.