Quotes About Illusion

But, as Einstein once said, "For we convinced physicists, the distinction between past, present, and future is only an illusion, however persistent."5

The world of the everyday suddenly seemed nothing but an inverted magic act, lulling its audience into believing in the usual, familiar conceptions of space and time, while the astonishing truth of quantum reality lay carefully guarded by nature's sleights of hand.

His could be the seductive face of an angel or a devil. A single stroke by the artist — or a vandal — could tilt it in favor of one or the other.

He wanted to call it madness, but knew better. If this was madness, it wasn't his, nor even Cecil's. It was a madness that had anchored itself into the world, hiding in plain sight, and he was only now waking up to it.

How is it possible that our parents lied to us?" "Lets see: Santa, the Tooth Fairy,the Easter bunny,um, God. You're the prettiest kid in school. This wont hurt a bit. Your face will freeze like that..." "Everythings going to be alright.

Happy endings are bullshit. There are only happy pauses.

Zombies, werewolves, vampires and ghosts are an escape from the real world because they don't exist in the real world.

Con el amor y la comprensión llega la perspectiva de la paciencia infinita. ¿De qué sirve tener prisa? De todas maneras, aunque tú no lo veas así, el tiempo no existe. Cuando no vives en el presente y te dejas absorber por el pasado o te preocupas por el futuro, te apenas y te afliges a ti mismo. El tiempo también es una ilusión. Incluso en el mundo tridimensional, el futuro es sólo un sistema de probabilidades. Entonces, ¿por qué te preocupas?

Reality poisons the spring of fantasy, whereas fantasy, when it erupts into the real world, brings destruction in its wake.

How to see a vampire in three easy steps: 1. Get up. 2. Find a mirror. 3. Look at your first vampire.

She watched the glass, a plain woman, changing all to the delightful illusion of beauty. There was still time: for her ugliness was destined to bloom late, hidden first by the unformed gawkiness of youth, budding to plainness in young womanhood and now flowering to slow maturity in her early forties, it still awaited the subtle garishness which only decay could bring to fruition: a garishness which, when arrived at, would preclude all efforts at the mirror game.

In the carnival hall of mirrors which is our memory, we distort what we see. In Ernie's mirror image of me, I am magnified, elongated into a girl who led him on, the object of his great, unhappy, unfulfilled love. While he, in the equal if opposite distortion of my mind's mirror, is reduced to a squat manikin from my past, a dull stranger, remembered only for his minor quirks.

Schiller had no illusions about the scale of his own achievement, but he had tried, through art, to bring a little more beauty, a little more tolerance, a little more coherence into the world, and now he felt he had earned the right to look back at the statue with an unembarrassed eye.

All of this is not easy to believe, I know. Most people have no inkling that they're asleep. But you, Suzy, you have long suspected something was wrong. You dreamed of a beautiful world, not knowing that the beautiful world was true—was Reality.

A veces, el tiempo cambia las cosas como por arte de magia.

Fairy tales only happen in movies." -George Melies from The Invention of Hugo Cabret

The sun shines in a bucket of water and doesn't get wet.

Time doesn't pass. That's just a human myth. Time's all round us, like some kind of jelly. It's just human life that passes.

The directors of Synthank were eating an enormous luncheon to celebrate the launching of their new product. Some of them wore the plastic face-masks popular at the time. All were elegantly slender, despite the rich food and drink they were putting away. Their wives were elegantly slender, despite the food and drink they too were putting away. An earlier and less sophisticated generation would have regarded them as beautiful people, apart from their eyes.

the illusion of safety I didn't even know I was feeling – the safety of being in a group, the safety of numbers – disappears.

Gekkenhuizen worden gebouwd om mensen die er niet opgesloten zitten te laten geloven dat ze nog bij hun verstand zijn. (Michel Eyquem de Montaigne)

Vielleicht gibt es ja gar keine tollen, wunderbaren Menschen. Und wir reden es uns für eine kurze Weile nur ein, dass der oder der toll und wunderbar ist, damit wir einen Grund haben, uns in ihn zu verlieben. Sozusagen ein Alibi für die Liebe.

Chi può dirci dove si trova il confine tra la pazzia e la ragione? Dove la mente umana cessa di essere ordinata? Dove comincia e dove finisce la facoltà di sentire e di discernere tra il dolore autentico e quello dovuto solo all'autosuggestione, tra la vera gioia e quella fittizia?

Non ha notato che in Shakespeare i pazzi sono le uniche persone assennate? Così anche nella vita non si può mai sapere dove si celi la follia e dove l'assennatezza; parimenti non sappiamo se la realtà è un sogno o il sogno è la realtà. Io propendo a considerare sani di mente quelli che vengono chiamati pazzi. Il vero buon senso viene considerato 'pazzia pericolosa'.