Quotes About Illusion

Men mess up. Women create this big illusion in their head that the man they're going to be with is going to be perfect. Nobody's going to be perfect, and people are going to let you down. The only thing that you can hope for is someone that's going to be honest with you.

To be honest, I miss the old Hollywood way of having some mystique about the star.

Being asked to describe what 'post-racial' means is a bit like being asked to describe a leprechaun, cold fusion or unicorns: we know what is meant, but, if we are willing to be honest, we also know that none of the four describe something real, something tangible, something true.

I've got to be honest, with every job I do there's a part of me, that child in me, that goes, 'This is the one.' And it rarely actually is.

I've grown to love L.A., but it's the most socially awkward place. All these people have come there not to be something but to pretend to be someone trying to be someone.

If you put a Ferrari sticker on a toaster, it doesn't go any faster.

Everything's fine today, that is our illusion.

From my hair to my toes to my nails. Everything's fake. Everything! Even my heart is fake.

I don't think you can say something is or isn't magic. That's what was cool about Houdini, because he was a magician who had a magic show, but he was also an escape artist, and they kind of, over time, blended together. They both kind of enhance each other, I think.

Globalisation has obliterated distance, not just physically but also, most dangerously, mentally. It creates the illusion of intimacy when, in fact, the mental distances have changed little. It has concertinaed the world without engendering the necessary respect, recognition and tolerance that must accompany it.

It's almost like an optical illusion, 'The Hobbit.' You look at the book, and it is really thin, and you could make a relatively thin film as well. What I mean by that is that you could race through the story at the speed that Tolkien does.

We want to be deceived. There is bread again. There are jobs.

I now realize that to see the Major when he isn't really there must at least be preferable to seeing him when he really is there.

My mind was a little distracted from these anxieties by our encountering a singularly beautiful girl. I should mention, perhaps, lest I be thought in any wat to have misled my readers, that her figure was pudgy, her complexion sallow and her hair a rather drab shade of brown. These possible defects, however, pass unnoticed in a young woman whose expression is that of a medieval saint after a particularly satisfactory vision of the Eternal City.

Like a dog defeated in a frenzied circle by its own tail and slowing and realizing then that the tail it was after all along was already its possession

But I am not here and never have been.

C'est la vanité, ce n'est pas d'être équilibré qui va me garder indemne

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

The song finished playing, and Arlo remembered why it had resonated with so many people. It's nostalgic for something that isn't real, and it's sad about that. Everybody's nostalgic for glory days that never happened.

I tend to forget that my measurement of time is designed to distract me from what's really happening.

There are no memories, just artifacts. And they're all lying.

A tip for you-Little Miss Innocent routine only works when there's a credible belief that innocence is possible.

It's all kind of a big illusion: the white picket fence and the perfect marriage and the kids. Check that box off, check that box off, and move forward.

Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.