Quotes About Illusion

The girl was rotten inside. Peel off a layer of that beautiful skin, and you'd find nothing but rotten flesh.

It's as though something happened to make me think that things happened that never really happened at all.

We were merely observers, getting totally absorbed in some exciting movie, our palms all sweaty, only to find that, after the houselights came on and we exited the theater, the thrilling afterglow that coursed through us ultimately meant nothing whatsoever.

La clase de chicas guapas que, por más tiempo que las mires, en cuanto apartas los ojos de ellas, ya no te acuerdas de qué cara tenían. En el mundo existe este tipo de belleza. Que es como los pomelos: indistinta.

They were too clear and detailed to have been a fantasy, and too whole and beautiful to have been real.

We had been playing our assigned roles on the office stage, but stepping down from the stage, abandoning the images that we had been projecting there, we were both just unstable, awkward lumps of flesh, warm pieces of meat kitted out with digestive tracts and hearts and brains and reproductive organs.

Ionako je sve to mašta. Nas dvojica pijemo i maštamo, to je sve. Druga?ije je od niskobudžetnih filmova u kojima ti ?esto igraš. Za maštu nema budžeta.

I probably still haven't completely adapted to the world. I don't know, I feel like this isn't the real world. The people, the scene: they just don't seem real to me.

Reality recedes until you can't tell who's sane and who's not.

Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into there depths, there was nothing I could see.

Sometimes I get the feeling that everything that happened to me was some kind of illusion. It's as though something happened to make me think that things happened that never really happened at all. But I know for sure that they did happen.

Aquilo que os nossos olhos vêem nem sempre corresponde à realidade.

Die Leute schauen vorbei, nehmen ein paar Drinks, hören sich die Musik an, unterhalten sich und gehen dann nach Hause. Sie sind bereit, für ein paar Drinks bis hier hinauszufahren und dann noch eine Menge Geld auszugeben – und weißt du, warum? Weil jeder das gleiche sucht: einen imaginären Ort, sein eigenes Luftschloss, und darin seinen ganz besonderen privaten Winkel.

Gradually, I was getting worn down. My sense of direction had evaporated by our fourth day. When south became the opposite of east, I bought a compass, but going around with a compass only made the city seem less and less real. The buildings began to look like backdrops in a photography studio, the people walking in the streets like cardboard cutouts.

Es algo muy extraño. Me refiero a los terremotos. Nosotros estamos firmemente convencidos de que, bajo nuestros piel, la tierra es algo consistenre, sólido, inamovible. Existe incluso la expresión . Sin embargo, un día, de repente nos damos cuenta de que no es así. La tierra y las rocas, que se suponían sólidas, se reblandecen.

Life is strange, isn't it? You can be totally entranced by the glow of something one minute, be willing to sacrifice everything to make it yours, but then a little time passes, or your perspective changes a bit, and all of a sudden you're shocked at how faded it appears. What was I looking at?

There we were, sitting quietly on the edge of the world, and no one could see us. I just wanted to stay this way forever. I knew that was impossible – our life here was just a momentary illusion, and someday reality would yank us back to the world we came from.

Our life here was just a momentary illusion, and someday reality would yank us back to the world we came from.

People peep into boxes at moving stereoscopic prints, imagining they're in other worlds, and the crowd around a glassblower wonders whether icicles have formed in summer. Potted trees revive and suddenly look fresh when a florist sprinkles water on them, while papier-mâché turtles hanging out for sale move in the wind and take on souls.

Reason is the illusion of reality

It is likely that our highly geometric homes and playgrounds, which make up so much of what we see during early childhood, calibrate our eyes such that we suffer from such illusions far more than do those in the rest of the world.

They don't know. It's not their fault. What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales?

What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales?

Felix was in his room singing into a tape recorder then playing it back and exclaiming, "My God. Do I actually sound like this? All this time I thought that I was a great singer, but I don't have any talent whatsoever!