Quotes About Illusion

Whole world was nothing but a big rattrap. It set baits for people by offering riches and joys, shelter and food, heat and clothing exactly as the rattrap offered cheese and pork. As soon as anyone let himself be tempted to touch the bait, the rattrap closed in on him, and then everything came to an end.

She honestly didn't know what was worse: living her life in the dream world, or living in a world where everyone lied to her.

Sometimes we create images of the people we love and hate in our minds, and those images override what we see with our eyes, even when they are right in front of us. Even if we've imagined them to be monsters, to see them as they truly are with our eyes and our hearts is sometimes shocking.

L'amour est aveugle et sa canne est rose

Dispara, Sokolov, sobre este mundo lujoso y ridículo. y cuando en esos espejos cuarteados por tus trazos se dibujen como una sobreimpresión las nínfulas al retocarse los labios, que tu ubicuidad sea el reflejo multiplicado de los vicios de la tierra.

separation is only a useful illusion.

Fairy tales lie just as much as statistics do, but sometimes you can find a grain of truth in them.

Where there's black, even grey looks white

El ahorro es como el brazo armado de la ilusión, pero a la ilusión no hay cifra que la contenga.

pero además había algo en Vera que lo volvía indignante: el tam tam del éxito, la idea del reconocimiento, esos espejismos de clase media por los que era capaz de dejarme sin dudar, e incluso con alegría.

What happens when we start believing the world and what is important in it are only these reactions and prejudices? What kind of gulag is it when its inhabitants are too stupid to understand they are its prisoners?

There is an awful feeling of inevitability to life. Maybe this feeling is some proof of the existence of fate... or more likely it's simply the way our brains function that gives us this illusion. It's hard to say for certain.

From this moment on, nothing is what it seems. You're not a human being, you're a character- and filmmakers are doing everything in their power to kill you even now. Supernatural powers and curses are real, and numbers like 666 and 237 can kill you just as easily as a butch knife. Log cabins are slaughterhouses, cornstalks are antennas for evil, and aliens never, ever come in peace.

Our lives are lived with the illusion of control and then there are moments rare as wisdom when we abandon the pretense that we are masters of our fate.

They treasure names and empty appearances above nearly all else, harming themselves and others just to protect them. They want to get money, or a good reputation, or a good relationship. They struggle desperately to get high positions. People always subject their minds to the worst kind of abuse and suffering just to try to get and then keep these empty, impermanent things.

No matter what the circumstances, no man can completely escape from vanity.

Belief does not require something to be true. It only requires us to believe that it's true! That's powerful stuff! That means most of what reality is, to each of us, is based on what we have come to believe—whether it's true or not!

I held in my hand an invisible sword that sliced through every illusion. The sharpness of the blade gave me its icy and dazzling strength. I no longer believed in the compassion of men; I believed in the strength of the gods. I had averted my eyes from my suffering and fixed them on the stars.

The paradox of reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.

A plane is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you've been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.

The diffeence between a fake death and a real one is slim. Mara

We wear our lives Like costumes Use bills and coins like props In an over budget production That we cannot seem to stop So it just goes on like this As if we accept this As if we've all become Buddhas of mass production Our brains rotting Like teeth Under the sweet Unending bliss of false enlightenment.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?