Quotes About Illusion

IT IS TRUE, THAT WHICH I HAVE REVEALED TO YOU; THERE IS NO GOD, NO UNIVERSE, NO HUMAN RACE, NO EARTHLY LIFE, NO HEAVEN, NO HELL. IT IS ALL A DREAM—A GROTESQUE AND FOOLISH DREAM. NOTHING EXISTS BUT YOU. AND YOU ARE BUT A THOUGHT—A VAGRANT THOUGHT, A USELESS THOUGHT, A HOMELESS THOUGHT, WANDERING FORLORN AMONG THE EMPTY ETERNITIES!

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't. Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.

that shows you the power of music, that magician of magicians ; who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in flesh.

Rzeczywisto?? prze?ciga wszelk? fantazj?, bo fantazja musi si? jednak liczy? z jakim? prawdopodobie?stwem.

Rien n'existe. Tout n'est que rêve. Dieu, l'humanité, le soleil, la lune, la nature des étoiles. Un rêve, un simple rêve. Rien n'existe. Il n'y a que le vide. Et vous... Et vous n'êtes même pas vous. Vous n'avez ni corps, ni sang, ni os, vous n'êtes qu'une pensée.

Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.

How easily she finds the impossible in the ordinary.

Assez bizarrement, donc, le meilleur argument en faveur de l'authenticité est le coût absolument inabordable de la fiction. Il semblerait donc que le spectre qui hante Navidson Record et ne cesse de se ruer contre la porte, soit tout simplement la menace récurrente de sa propre réalité.

It's a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope.

All those signs I just now finished telling you about quickly vanished in the light of subsequent days or had never been there to begin with, existing only in retrospect.

And if one day you find yourself passing by that house, don't stop, don't slow down, just keep going. There's nothing there. Beware.

He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

Like most misery, it started out with apparent happiness. - The Book Thief

At first, he only continues walking. Only when I look down on our feet do I realize that we're actually going nowhere. It's the world that moves - the streets, the air, and the dark patches of inner sky.

No me hagáis feliz. Por favor, no me cameléis y me dejéis creer que algo bueno puede salir de todo esto.

There were people of every stature, but amongst them, the poor were the most easily recognised. The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip - the relative you cringe to kiss.

and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH*** I do not carry a sickle or a scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

El era al doilea om de z?pad? care se topea sub ochii ei, dar acesta era diferit. Era un paradox. Cu cât devenea mai frig, cu atât mai repede se topea.

Like most misery, it started with an apparent happiness

The dream didn't leave, people just don't know a nightmare when they right in the middle of one.