Quotes About Illusion

Het is goedkoop als wij, die het woord 'veiligheid' allang als een schim uit ons vocabulaire hebben weggestreept, de optimistische waanvoorstelling van die door idealisme verblinde generatie nu belachelijk maken, het geloof dat de technische vooruitgang van de mensheid beslist een even snelle morele ontwikkeling ten gevolge moet hebben.

El placer no está nunca en la claridad y en la prudencia, siempre en la embriagadez, en la superabundancia, en la ilusión; un brote de locura corresponde siempre a toda vida verdadera.

YaÅŸad?klar?n?n bir düÅŸ olduÄŸunu hissetti yaln?zca; mutluluk ya da mutsuzluk, insanlar ya da yaln?zl?k, geçmiÅŸ ya da gelecek bir düÅŸtü.

I wanted to go back over what I had so fleetingly experienced step by step, relishing it in retrospect by virtue of that magical self-deception we call memory.

Bu bir... evet, bir dakika... bu bir... birinin bir katile kar?? uyarmak için diÄŸerinin arkas?ndan koÅŸmas? ve diÄŸerinin de bizzat onu katil sanmas?, bu yüzden de kendi mahvoluÅŸuna doÄŸru koÅŸmaya devam etmesi gibi bir ÅŸet...

I wanted to go back over what I had so fleetingly experienced step by step, relishing in retrospect by virtue of that magical self-deception we call memory.

There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth.

In fact, she behaved like most of us do when in love; she never thought of her beloved as a human being at all, but only as an image upon which to drape dreams.

though it was too true that life as she is lived has a way of being curiously different from life as described by novelists.

going to the kingdom of cocaine, it was going to Hollywood...

None of them seriously believed the stories they told themselves about themselves.

Always and in all practices, he must visualize himself as the Holy Lady, hearing in mind that his appearance is the deity, that his speech is her mantra, and that his memory and mental constructs are her knowledge—that everything is an untrue illusion, a play of Reality.

Nietzsche envisions the tragic man or woman, living life to the fullest, as one who builds sandcastles passionately, all the time aware of the coming tide. The ephemeral, illusory nature of all form does not detract from the surrender to the passion of the work; it enhances and enriches it.

I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth.

When everything gets answered, it's fake.

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

Most people can accept the truth only in the form of a lie.

Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.

Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost ... perpetually, he deliberately deceives himself about that little precious fragment as well.

All faith is false, all faith is true. Truth is the shattered mirror strown in myriad bits, while each believes his little bit the whole to own.

The truth comes when you can see that your self-image is just a convenient reference point and nothing more, and that you as you had imagined yourself do not exist.

Our greatest illusion is disillusion. We imagine that we are disillusioned with life, when the truth is that we have not even begun to live.

We do not err because truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable.

The truth is the one thing that nobody will believe.