Quotes About Illusion

Choose a lie that others wish to believe" was written beneath it. "They will cling to it, even if it is proven false before their face. If anyone tries to show them the Truth, they will turn on them and fight them tooth and nail.

Through the bars he had laid eyes on a face like glass, somebody who could not lie without it being obvious. And he had seen a way of using that very fact to tell the greatest of lies.

That clock's a lot like the town, she decided. Looks good, sounds great, pretends to be some sort of masterpiece. But it's broken. It's rotten and broken right down inside where its heart's cogs meet. That's Toll.

Everything is really something else in disguise. Of course she was no exception, she reminded herself. Everybody would assume that she was there as the Childersins' novelty pet, or as a Perfume-detector. Nobody would guess that she was there to look for the person who had stolen her history.

Kohlrabi's face had no expression at all, and suddenly Mosca could barely recognize him. His face had always seemed so honest, like an unshuttered window through which emotions shone without disguise. Perhaps his expressions had always been a magic-lantern display, a conjurer's trick.

Perhaps the world has always been like this, Mosca thought as she pushed her way through the crowd. Like a broken honeypot that looks whole, but just holds together because the shards are resting in place and are glued together with honey. You just need to prod it a bit, and it all starts oozing apart.

He could gaze upon a particular deep shade of green and pick out every nuance of the color. Zeluppian Fern Green, his mind would inform him. Gray, said his soul. Just a shade of gray with a greenish name. His well-trained tongue could pick out every flavor of a sweetmeat. Honey from bees fed only cowslip nectar, his mind would tell him, with cherries marinated for twenty-one years in peach-and-saffron brandy. Ash, said his soul. Ash and dust. Even

Why? How had this otherwise sensible woman who had only met Beamabeth as a screaming purple blob fallen under her spell? Or had Beamabeth slipped immaculate into the world, petal-cheeked and smiling amidst gleaming golden curls?

It's as if they're wearing a lie, but it doesn't fit them." Trista tried to straighten her thoughts. "They haven't buttoned it the right way, so it's baggy in some places and coming away in others.

Perhaps the world has always been like this, Mosca thought as she pushed her way through the crowd. Like a broken honeypot that looks whole, but just holds together because the shards are resting in place and are glued together with honey.

The twin grapes looked into the smoked glass and saw a mind full of nothing they could understand.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine.

My parents used to take me to the pet department and tell me it was a zoo.

Our culture will stand in roaring ovations for the illusionists, escape artists, and magicians. Deception is everything opposite the truth.

The American Dream became America's god; wealth and abundance have become the measure of America's success. But—as recent events have shown—we have been living an illusion.

Nadie está tan vacío como el que cree que está lleno.

One of the characteristics of some drugs (such as cocaine) is that they make a person feel strong and alert—when in fact the opposite is the case. Don't allow yourself to be deceived.

In a way, we are magicians. We are alchemists, sorcerers and wizards. We are a very strange bunch. But there is great fun in being a wizard.

Romantic Egoist What I find really sad is... his smiles, his kindness... are inspired by a love potion and they don't really mean anything!

People go to Vegas, and they don't know what to do; here's what you do. You go to the casino in your hotel. On your arrival, you get $100 in quarters. Take that $100 back to your hotel room and stare at it for a long, long time. Why? Because you're never going to see them again. Then you take those quarters to the bathroom and you flush them, one by one by one. And the nice thing about that is that every so often the toilet will back up, and you'll feel like a WINNER!

The world is full of kings and queens, who blind your eyes and steal your dreams

The world is full of kings and queens. Who blinds your eyes, then steals your dreams. It's heaven and hell!

The world is filled with Kings and Queens, Who blind your eyes, and steal your dreams.

Humanity lives in its fiction.