Quotes About Illusion

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

I was thinking how you can't tell if a person's beautiful or not by her shadow...

Charlotte wondered if she would have recognized the crazy much earlier if he looked more like Steve Buscemi then Mr. Medieval Hotness.

Briar thrust a crystal cup with a silver spoon into Apple's hands. "Whipped air. Try it. Totally invisible and totally good." Apple dipped the spoon into the empty cup and touched it to her tongue. The nothingness tasted like chocolate-raspberry swirl. "Mm, this is amazing.

We see the surface, blue or silver or gray, and waves hitting the shore. But we know there's so much we can't see, so what we love about it becomes in part what we imagine it is hiding.

I am single because apparently the only good men are fictional.

Martin of Sheffield, Age Twenty-Nine He kissed her like she knew she was meant to be kissed. He smelled of gardens, tricked her brain into believing she was irresistible, and made the idea of falling in love seem possible again. But really he was an actor posing as a gardener, who posed as a gentleman during balls in an Austenland estate where she'd gone to find out if she could let her fantasy of Mr. Darcy die at last. Seriously. Also, he turned out to be a jackass.

Who am I fooling? Bad dreams never end. We just pretend they aren't there.

I guess all the time I spend on social media has made me believe that love exists above the surface, that it's supposed to be light all of the time.

For compulsions, according to a growing body of scientific evidence, are a response to anxiety. Suffused and overwhelmed by anxiety, we grab hold of any behavior that offers relief by providing even an illusion of control.

Reality is the condition we create for ourselves. If one side believes

Surely there was not another soul in England that could delude themselves like I could.

The killer could have sent it, so it looked like she was alive.

When he loved me, I looked out at the world as if from inside a profound dwelling, like a burrow or a well, I'd gaze up, at noon, and see Orion shining—when I thought he loved me, when I thought we were joined not just for breath's time, but for the long continuance

I feel that ignorant love gave me a life. But from within my illusion of him I could not see him, or know him.

he is like an icon, he is like a fantasy. I did not know him, I knew my idea of him.

If you've ever been treated like a goddess, I'll tell you, it messes with your judgment. You forget, if you ever knew it to begin with, that lots of goddesses end up sacrificed on some altar or other.

Is love the ultimate illusion? Or is it what it seems to be -- the greatest transformation of all? (Glyrenden)

Love is a popular romantic notion that leads to nothing but its own brand of misery.

We have a good arrangement. Roman lies to me and I pretend to believe him.

The story told, true or fabled, was that Rock was back in the pool house, taking a shower, when the lights went out. Suddenly he felt the warm, naked body of Joan Crawford beside him. "Sssh, baby," she whispered, "close your eyes and pretend I'm Clark Gable.*4

That evening I went over to Metro and found this long platinum-blond wig. I took it home and styled it, with curls and ringlets at the nape of the neck. The next day I brought it to Bette. She put it on, looked in the mirror, and in a loud voice said, 'It's the NUTS! I love it!' She wore it through the entire picture, and she never knew that it was an old wig of Joan's—one that Miss Crawford wore in an early M-G-M movie." Norma

Stripped of the glamour and beauty of youth, everything we ever did-it all looks different now. We can see our choices as acts in themselves, not stages on life's way, for if progress in human history is an illusion, so is progress in a human life.

Falling in love is no way of getting to know someone.