Quotes About Illusion

We were never wet. It was never wet," Lutz told the Advocate.

If a book is made up of things that are hard to believe, then we were like something out of a book.

This was yet another good thing about drinking, of course: not that drinking made you forget things, but that it made it possible for you to plausibly pretend you'd forgotten things.

It was like waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a man sitting on your floor and asking him who he is, what he's doing there, and he doesn't answer, and he doesn't answer, until you gradually realize he doesn't answer because he's a pile of dirty clothes that you were supposed to put in the hamper, and you end up being relieved and then disappointed. The man pushing the vacuum cleaner turned it on when he got to within a foot of me. It whined.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

wanted, a pretty lie, and they believed, because a pretty lie is easier to believe than an ugly truth.

We lived in Indian summer and mistook it for spring.

I am ignoring you. In fact, I think you are a figment of my imagination.

Most folks think they married because they "fell in love." There's an argument to be made that "falling" in love is actually an unstable condition -- maybe even an emotional illness! Oftentimes it has to do with the way the partners are unbalanced, rather than having anything to do with love. Some of us marry our disowned or disused personality parts and call it "falling in love.

The separation between us and them or between us and Nature that we so vividly experience in our reality is an illusion held in place by our beliefs.

they had come to realize that the concept of matter is an illusion, for they now recognized that everything in the Universe is made out of energy. Quantum

Experiencing is believing. - A fat belly cannot believe that such a thing as hunger exists.

Our perception of what is physical us an illusion. There's nothing physical at all, it's all energy.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?

I suppose I took comfort in the illusion that I could go back. But I'd been around long enough to know history is sealed and unchangeable. You can move on, with a heart stronger in the places it's been broken, create new love. You can hammer pain and trauma into a righteous sword and use it in defense of life, love, human grace and God's blessings. But nobody gets a do-over. Nobody gets to go back and there's only one road out. Ahead, into the dark.

If you don't have a sense of wonder it's like you're dead inside. But your sense of wonder can be used to trick you. You can have a sense of wonder over a thing that's basically a conjurer's trick, or a con job, or a rip-off.

I would say, 'I'm alone, but I'm not lonely.' But I was just kidding myself.

Historja tych filmów bywa prosta, banalna, w banalno?ci swej gryz?ca, jak machorka. Filmy takie, wy?wietlane dziesi?tkami w podmiejskich iluzjonach, wyciskaj? ?zy z oczu sentymentalnych szwaczek.

Reality is as thin as paper, and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.

There open up, deep inside a city, reflected streets, streets which are double, make-believe streets. One's imagination, bewitched and misled, creates illusory maps of the apparently familiar districts, maps in which the streets have their proper places and usual names but are provided with new and fictitious configurations by the inexhaustible inventiveness of the night.

The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs.

Everyone knows that what they see in the movies is not real, but they're still able to let themselves go for two hours and "believe" what they see up on the screen.

The heralded social dividends of education are largely illusory: rising education's main fruit is not broad-based prosperity, but credential inflation

Mona leaned over and picked it up. Inside were hairy spiders. She shook the bottle. No, it was empty.