Quotes About Illusion

Somehow everything I own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Through your rags I see your vanity.

A system of morality which is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception which has nothing sound in it and nothing true.

Well, then, let's not just trust the likelihood based on painting.

They give you the semblance of success, I give you the reality...

And the same things look bent and straight when seen in water and out of it, and also both concave and convex, due to the sight's being mislead by the colors, and every sort of confusion of this kind is plainly in our soul. And, then, it is because they take advantage of this affection in our nature that shadow painting, and puppeteering, and many other tricks of the kind fall nothing short of wizardry.

This world can seem marvelously convincing until death collapses the illusion and evicts us from our hiding place.

The nature of everything is illusory and ephemeral, Those with dualistic perception regard suffering as happiness, Like they who lick the honey from a razor's edge. How pitiful they who cling strongly to concrete reality: Turn your attention within, my heart friends.5

ego, then, is the absence of true knowledge of who we really are, together with its result: a doomed clutching on, at all costs, to a cobbled together and makeshift image of ourselves, an inevitably chameleon charlatan self that keeps changing and has to, to keep alive the fiction of its existence.

You don't actually "become" a buddha, you simply cease, slowly, to be deluded. And being a buddha is not being some omnipotent spiritual superman, but becoming at last a true human being.

It is meditation that slowly purifies the ordinary mind, unmasking and exhausting its habits and illusions, so that we can, at the right moment, recognize who we really are.

the root of all our suffering in samsara is ignorance.

Así pues, el ego es la carencia de un verdadero conocimiento sobre quiénes somos en realidad, junto con su consecuencia: el inexorable aferramiento, que está condenado al fracaso, a una imagen de nosotros mismos improvisada y hecha de remiendos, un yo inevitablemente camaleónico y charlatán que no cesa de cambiar constantemente para mantener viva la ficción de su existencia.

Ah, yes," he replied, "that's true; this is such a civilized country. They have such marvelous houses for dead corpses. But haven't you noticed? They have such wonderful houses for the living corpses too.

Now that the bardo of dying dawns upon me, I will abandon all grasping, yearning, and attachment, Enter undistracted into clear awareness of the teaching, And eject my consciousness into the space of unborn Rigpa; As I leave this compound body of flesh and blood I will know it to be a transitory illusion.

Sem is the discursive, dualistic, thinking mind, which can only function in relation to a projected and falsely perceived external reference point.

contemporary master, Nyoshul Khenpo: The nature of everything is illusory and ephemeral, Those with dualistic perception regard suffering as happiness, Like they who lick the honey from a razor's edge. How pitiful they who cling strongly to concrete reality: Turn your attention within, my heart friends.

Good in the Middle is the frame of mind with which we enter into the heart of the practice, one inspired by the realization of the nature of mind, from which arises an attitude of nongrasping, free of any conceptual reference whatsoever, and an awareness that all things are inherently "empty," illusory, and dreamlike.

esta elaboración se apoya en la apertura hacia los objetos transicionales, en un principio tan concretos como el chupete y el osito y, con el tiempo, tan abstractos como la amistad, la música, y otros modos en que el individuo recupera la experiencia de ilusión.

The more capable people are of inflicting pain, the deeper, more buried they are in illusion and fear.

Do we become so lost in the patterns and the rhythms in our everyday lives that we fool ourselves into believing they might somehow last forever?

it] would seem like a daydream, like touching a tiger's face in the dark.

We manufacture anger to give ourselves the illusion of power when we feel weak and helpless.

Wall of lies?' Proust muttered. 'Is that the one that borders the orchard of obsession that contains the tree of lunacy?