Quotes About Illusion

I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.

I sometimes think that normal, everyday life is only a delusion. We walk on a think crust of earth which we call peace; and every now and again we can hear a rumble below our feet; and sometimes the crust splits and we see that, underneath there is a glowing inferno ready to erupt. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't, but it is always there.

tudta, hogy egy civilizáció akkor éri el legfejlettebb, utolsó elÅ'tti szakaszát, amikor a káosz a rend álcájában parádézik, és tudta, hogy már elérkeztünk oda.

If we proceed like the child does with the puppy, if we examine what is hidden in things and persons, in everything that is stimulating in this colorful world, then we will uncover nothing more than that kind of atomized sawdust with which 'science' for a long time has been feeding those hungry for knowledge. Everything real looked at in the light disappoints. The forms lose their shine, color, and aroma, like a fruit that someone has grasped too strongly.

É uma ilusão a sabedoria dos velhos. A sabedoria não cresce com a idade. O que cresce é o espírito de cautela. —Talvez a sabedoria seja isso.

As if any of us could bear to live in a world of unadulterated truth!

We used to send whole flocks of birds shooting out of our mouths and never managed to grab them by their wings.

Alati on lihtsam jälgida nupukalt konstrueeritud valet kui leida ähmast tõde.

El odio puede ser fuente de energía sólo por un tiempo limitado. Nos infunde la ilusión de ser fuertes pero, ante todo, es un parásito que nos devora

After all his years as a politician he realised all that was left was the lie. The truth disguised as a lie or the lie dressed up as the truth.

La vieillesse est le côté sombre de la vie et rien d'autre. Elle n'est qu'une illusion, un miroir aux alouettes.

There's no such thing as a murderer's face," he said. "You imagine something: a profile, a hairline, a set of the jaw. But it never matches up.

The world that our senses and our consciousness habitually acquaint us with is now nothing more than the shadow of itself; and it is cold like death.

Jesus came to announce to us that an identity based on success, popularity and power is a false identity- an illusion! Loudly and clearly he says: 'You are not what the world makes you; but you are children of God.

Much violence is based on the illusion that life is a property to be defended and not to be shared.

The great illusion of leadership is to think that man can be led out of the desert by someone who has never been there. Our lives are filled with examples which tell us that leadership asks for understanding and that understanding requires sharing.

Although after many years of living we often feel more lonely, hostile and filled with illusions than when we had hardly a past to reflect upon, we also know better than before that all these pains have deepened and sharpened our urge to reach out to a solitary, hospitable and prayerful mode of existence.

Typically we see such hardship as an obstacle to what we think we should be—healthy, good-looking, free of discomfort. We consider suffering as annoying at best, meaningless at worst. We strive to get rid of our pains in whatever way we can. A part of us prefers the illusion that our losses are not real, that they come only as temporary interruptions. We thereby expend much energy in denial. "They should not prevent us from holding on to the real thing," we say to ourselves.

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

What is most of our boasted so-called knowledge but a conceit that we know something, which robs us of the advantage of our actual ignorance?

While men believe in the infinite some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.

As with our colleges, so with a hundred 'modern improvements;' there is an illusion about them; there is not always a positive advance. The devil goes on exacting compound interest to the last for his early share and numerous succeeding investments in them. Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to arrive at...

As with our colleges, so with a hundred 'modern improvements'; there is an illusion about them; there is not always a positive advance.

Thus we kept on like true idealists, rejecting the evidence of our senses