Quotes About Illusion

I used to think I was a singer; I had my own delusions about it.

You look at someone like Beyonce singing 'Single Ladies,' when we all know she's married. Some of it is just for entertainment.

From the time I was five years old, theater was all I knew. I did community theater; I went to theater school. It's like going to the gym as an actor: every single night, you have to recreate the illusion of the first time, so you really have to listen and connect and stay in the moment for an hour and a half - with no breaks.

Bing Crosby sings like all people think they sing in the shower.

How long can you gloss everything over and give people the idea that life is a sitcom?

Sitcoms are bad in so many ways it's hard to say why. They can hype things as much as they want, but it's all crap, no matter how many TV Guide cover stories there are.

I shoot the ball so well that sometimes you fall in love with it and think it'll get you out of certain situations.

I'm a huge John Hughes fan, and I grew up in the '80s, when his films came out. So, my introduction to what you'd call 'cinema love,' that illusion of love, was 'Sixteen Candles' and Molly Ringwald.

Some find that very optimistic people have benign illusions about themselves. These people may think they have more control, or more skill, than they actually do. Others have found that optimistic people have a good handle on reality. The jury is still out.

You have to learn certain skills to present magic.

As a measure of acting skills, film can be very deceptive.

Beauty is only skin deep.

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

Rubber looks different to skin and it's very, very hard to make a prosthetic on a human look convincing if you don't light them correctly.

We can see, so we are always blind to things deeper than skin.

To love is to recognize yourself in another. The others "otherness" then stands revealed as an illusion pertaining to the purely human realm, the realm of form.

Forgiving the past means remembering the love there, and releasing all the rest as the illusion that it really was.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away.

We are near awakening when we dream that we dream.

. . . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful.

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that.

Ah, love. That's what the world has lost. There's no more love, only the illusion of it.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.