Quotes About Illusion

The formula "two and two make five" is not without its attractions.

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison.

If you talk to people nowadays, nothing exists unless it has been seen on TV. It gives people the idea they have seen and know everything, when really they have seen and know nothing.

Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.

Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch.

The high success of Newton's astronomy was in one way an intellectual disaster: it produced an illusion from which we tend still to suffer. This illusion was created by the circumstance that Newton's mechanics had a good model in the solar system. For this gave the impression that we had an ideal of scientific explanation; whereas the truth was, it was mere obligingness on the part of the solar system, by having had so peaceful a history in recorded time, to provide such a model.

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds

It is here that what I call the outpouring of dream into real life began. From that moment, everything took on a double aspect at times, and this occurred without my reason lacking logic and without my memory loosing the slightest details of what happened to me. But my actions, seemingly unconscious, were dominated by what human reason calls illusion.

I have seen so many lands vanish in my wake, torn down like stage sets. What survives of them? An image as fleeting as a dream: whatever beauties I discovered, I already knew by heart.

c'étaient les deux moitiés d'un seul amour. L'une était l'idéal sublime, l'autre la douce réalité. Que me font maintenant tes ombrages et tes lacs, et même ton désert ?

Hayallerimizin yeryüzüne ancak bize nanik yap?p a?z?m?za bir parmak bal, a?ulu bal gibi bir ?ey çalacak kadar bir zaman dilimi için indi?ini kesin olarak anlam??t?m.

It was either Voltaire or Charlie Sheen who said, 'We are born alone. We live alone. We die alone. And anything in between that can give us the illusion that we're not, we cling to.'

It was as though the world had had a fresh coat of paint, and every heart acquired a store of illusions that made the burden of life less hard to bear.

Medicii numesc aceast? stare depresie. Eu o în?e­leg mai bine ca dezagregare a sistemului de iluzii în virtutea c?ruia înaint?m, f?ptuim, ne agit?m, d?m contur clipei urm?toare ?i zilei de mâine.

Yo no me explico el amor sino por los muertos, que ya no pueden traicionar ni desgajar la ilusión.

éblouie par son désir, entraînée par l'illusion, elle avait rêvé l'impossible.

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

It's like when you take a trip with someone you don't know very well. Sometimes, you can get very close very quickly, but then after the trip is over, you realize all that was a false sort of closeness. An intimacy based on the trip more than the travelers.

Did she ever reply?" Bong Cha narrowed her eyes at Sam, deciding if her grandson was trying to trick her into appearing foolish. "Yes, in my mind, she did. I knew your mother so well I could play her part. The same with my own mother and my grandmother and my childhood best friend, Euna, who drowned in the lake by her cousin's house. There are no ghosts, but up here"—she gestured toward her head—"it's a haunted house.

How many times can you look at something and know that everyone around you is seeing the same thing or at the very least that their brains and eyes are responding to the same phenomenon? How much proof do you ever have that we're all in the same world?

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

His mistake had been in thinking the world would be filled with Sadie Greens, people like her. It was not.

Sadie loathed games where the box art was spectacular but when you went to play the actual game, it looked nothing like the concept art.

Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks.