Quotes About Illusion

This phenomenon of pareidolia explains why we see the Man in the Moon or the face of the Virgin Mary on a grilled cheese sandwich (which, by the way, sold for $28,000).

It had occurred to me that comfort was only a disguise for discomfort; reference points, a disguise for what will always change.

Six mirrors keep staring at one another (Monday rue Christine)

Bourgeois do not even suspect that we serve them our hearts. The race of gladiators has not died: every artist is one. He amuses the public with his afflictions.

Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this love to bring her hadn't come, she supposed she must have been mistaken. And Emma tried to imagine just what was meant, in life, by the words "bliss," "passion," and "rapture" - words that had seemed so beautiful to her in books.

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go to a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!

Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams.

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

Prima di sposarsi, Emma aveva creduto di essere innamorata, ma la felicità che avrebbe dovuto nascere da questo amore non esisteva, ed ella pensava ormai di essersi sbagliata. Cercava ora di capire cosa volessero dire realmente le parole felicità, passione, ebbrezza, che le erano sembrate così belle nei libri.

The artist must manage to make posterity believe that he never existed.

Ils en conclurent que la syntaxe est une fantaisie et la grammaire une illusion.

People believe a little too easily that the function of the sun is to help the cabbages along.

Antes de casarse, Emma se había creído enamorada; pero como la felicidad que hubiera debido resultar de aquel amor no había llegado, pensó que necesariamente debía de haberse equivocado. Y trataba de averiguar qué significaban exactamente en la vida las palabras 'dicha', 'pasión' y 'embriaguez', que tan hermosas le habían parecido en los libros

Quanto a Emma, non si chiedeva se lo amasse. Ella credeva che l'amore dovesse arrivare all'improvviso, con fragori e folgori; uragano dei cieli che cade sulla vita, la sconvolge, strappa via le volontà come foglie, e trascina all'abisso il cuore intero. Ella non sapeva che sulle terrazze delle case la pioggia forma laghetti quando le grondaie sono ingorgate, e avrebbe continuato a credersi al sicuro, quando a un tratto scoprì una crepa nel muro.

Besides, nothing was worth the trouble of seeking it; everything was a lie. Every smile hid a yawn of boredom, every joy a curse, all pleasure satiety, and the sweetest kisses left upon your lips only the unattainable desire for a greater delight.

Anyway, what was the use? Women's hearts were like those desks full of secret drawers that fit one inside another; you struggle with them, you break your fingernails, and at the bottom you find a withered flower, a little dust, or nothing at all!

Thus death is only an illusion, a veil, masking betimes the continuity of life.

Evlenmeden önce gönlünde aÅŸk uyand???n? sanm??t?; fakat bu aÅŸk?n neticesi olmas? laz?m gelen saadetten bir eser yoktu. Ä°çinden: Yan?lm?? olaca??m diyordu. Emma, bahtiyarl?k, ihtiras, kendinden geçme gibi sözlerin, kitaplarda okuyup pek güzel bulduÄŸu bu kelimelerin hayatta acaba neyin, hangi halin ad? olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüp duruyordu.

Ten cuidado con tus sueños: son la sirena de las almas. Ella canta. Nos llama. La seguimos y jamás retornamos.

Avant qu'elle se mariât, elle avait cru avoir de l'amour ; mais le bonheur qui aurait dû résulter de cet amour n'étant pas venu, il fallait qu'elle se fût trompée, songeait-elle. Et Emma cherchait à savoir ce que l'on entendait au juste dans la vie par les mots de félicité, de passion et d'ivresse, qui lui avaient paru si beaux dans les livres.

Frauenherzen sind wie jene kleinen Geheimschränke voll ineinander geschachtelter Schubfächer; man müht sich, bricht sich die Nägel ab, und findet dann auf dem Grund eine verdorrte Blume, ein Krümchen Staub – oder gähnende Leere!

Era un d'aquells sentiments purs que no entrebanquen l'exercici de la vida, mantinguts gelosament perquè són poc comuns, una d'aquestes il·lusions la pèrdua de les quals trasbalsen molt més l'ànima que no ho farien els gaudis de la possessió.

Era el desvarieig produït per l'absència d'una il·lusió sense retorn, la lassitud que deixen els fets acomplerts, el dolor, en fi, que promou la interrupció de tot moviment acostumat, la sobtada cessació d'una vibració perllongada.

Her ÅŸey bir yana, aramaya deÄŸmezdi asl?nda; her ÅŸey bir yaland?. Her gülüÅŸ alt?nda bir parça s?kk?nl?k, her neÅŸe bir lanet, tüm o ÅŸevkler ise bir doygunluk gizlerdi ve tüm o dünya tatl?s? öpücükler dudaklarda sadece daha güzeli için ula??lamaz bir haz b?rakt?.