Quotes About Illusion

It's all bloody lies about the sea. It's just all yuk with lobsters in it.

REALITY IS NOT ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS, said Death. ANYWAY, IF THEY DON'T WANT TO SEE ME, THEY CERTAINLY DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. THESE ARE ARISTOCRATS, BOY. THEY'RE GOOD AT NOT SEEING THINGS. WHY IS THERE A CHERRY ON A STICK IN THIS DRINK?

But magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.

Live in dreams for too long and ye go mad—ye can never wake up prop'ly, ye can never get the hang o' reality again.

You're hearing things said the voice in Rincewind's head.

Captain Vimes believed in logic, in much the same way as a man in a desert believes in ice – i.e., it was something he really needed, but this just wasn't the place for it.

Most people have some means of filling up the gap between perception and reality, and, after all, in those circumstances there are far worse things than gin.

When one of us says, "Look, there's nothing out there," what we are really saying is, "I cannot see.

Inside. Outside. Freedom and constraint. Earthbound. Airborne. What we see and what is reflected back can imprison us. Refraction. Do we ever see anything clearly without our own reflection getting in the way?

You can study a face all you want, but you never really know what lies beneath the mask.

Sahip olamayaca??n bir adama a??k olduysan hayal k?r?kl???ndan ba?ka ne elde edebilirsin ki?

The human mind was expert at filling in missing details and confidently turning them into facts, even if those facts were merely imagined.

To be and not to be are just two ideas opposing each other. But they are not reality, and they do not describe reality.

In a place where there is something that can be distinguished by signs, in that place there is deception. If you can see the signless nature of signs, then you can see the Tathagata.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied? - Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

The culture industry perpetually cheats its consumers of what it perpetually promises. The promissory note which, with its plots and staging, it draws on pleasure is endlessly prolonged; the promise, which is actually all the spectacle consists of, is illusory: all it actually confirms is that the real point will never be reached, that the diner must be satisfied with the menu.

Rosy-fingered dawn indeed! This dawn was wearing gray gloves.

you could no more see him in the light that you do than you could rise out of that box and fly through those windows.

What shakes the eye but the invisible?

The truth is where the sculptor's chisel chipped away the lie.

Our notions about happiness entrap us. We forget that they are just ideas. Our idea of happiness can prevent us from actually being happy. We fail to see the opportunity for joy that is right in front of us when we are caught in a belief that happiness should take a particular form.

The electron is first of all your concept of the electron.