Quotes About Illusion

The subject of drama is The Lie. At the end of the drama THE TRUTH -- which has been overlooked, disregarded, scorned, and denied -- prevails. And that is how we know the Drama is done.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?

Reality is as thin as paper, girl, and as easily torn.

Electricity. The high priest of false security.

Dreams are not real; but when you are inside a dream, it is real to you.

Love was not blind, but it might mimic a deteriorating case of cataracts.

To be thought of as the perfect woman for a man isn't a compliment to a woman, it's more about how a man sees himself. Should we marry, either I will be exhausted trying to keep his illusion intact — or Lord Bancroft will be severely disappointed in his choice. Likely both.

She had grown so accustomed to this exterior that she didn't always remember what truly lay underneath. Nor did she particularly want to. Why fester in disillusion, bewilderment, and anger when she could float above and pretend to be this sunny, charming girl instead?

She should laugh at such ambitions on his part: nothing about him held any romance for her, not his crown, not his black heart, not his beautiful liar's face.

sincere. "I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me once the sun rose." "You were right. I wouldn't have—if only I knew. And that was why you hid it from me, wasn't it? You wanted to preserve an illusion. You knew I wouldn't touch Verity Durant with a ten-foot pole, so you didn't give me a chance to repudiate her. Then you took that illusion home and left me to pick up the pieces.

The woman was a holy terror: the sweetest face, the pillowiest bosom, and a perspicacity that stripped a man naked in seconds.

And suddenly she resembled not so much a bland dish of pudding as the surface of a well-known, yet never explored lake, and he, standing on the banks, had just seen a movement underwater, an enigmatic shadow that disappeared so quickly he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined the whole thing.

Somehow he couldn't believe that this was it, that their story would end with such wretchedness, as if Hansel and Gretel had become the witch's dinner after all, or Sleeping Beauty's prince a pile of gnawed bones in the Enchanted Forest.

We're lonely, but we're afraid of intimacy. And so from social networks to sociable robots, we're designing technologies that will give us the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.

The idea that we can be exactly what the other desires is a powerful fantasy.

The computer offered the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.

In games, he feels that he is "creating something new." But this is creation where someone has already been. It is not creation but the FEELING of creation. These are feelings of accomplishment on a time scale and with a certainty that the real world cannot provide.

But, of course, what is up on Facebook is her edited life.

From the earliest days, videogame players were less interested in winning than in going to a new psychic place where things were always a bit different, but always the same. The gambler and the videogame player share a life of contradiction; you are overwhelmed, and so you disappear into the game.

We are not well served by being lulled into unjustified expectations.

Father was made for romance. For him there was no such thing as a fact.

He had always thought of himself as a successful man, although nothing he had ever done had turned out successfully.

Most philosophers must have been raised on chicken farms. One hopes for so much from a chicken and is so dreadfully disillusioned.