Quotes About Illusion

Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody's Ivana Trump.

Sing A Song Of Sixpence A Pocketful Of Lies

I've watched the seconds pat and nurse Their man; and seen him put to bed; With twenty guineas in his purse, And not an eye within his head. —J.H. Reynolds, The Fancy

We couldn't see the real dark for the metaphorical dark. Because of the metaphorical dark, the death-dark, we were constantly concerned to banish the natural dark.

Truth is nothing but a lie manipulated into art.

It seems that many men, and some women, cannot give up the illusion of possessing another person. The idea of that person—and "idea" is related etymologically to the word "idol"—becomes more important, more potent than the actual living creature. It is much safer to love an idol than a real person who is capable of surprising you, loving you and demanding love in return, and maybe one day leaving you.

A prophet's task is to reveal the fault lines hidden beneath the comfortable surface of the worlds we invent for ourselves, the national myths as well as the little lies and delusions of control and security that get us through the day. And Jeremiah does this better than anyone.

Whiteness of moonlight builds a house that is not there

Choice is an illusion promoted by the powerful.

Mass was like grand opera, a magic show with the most expensive props in town. And faith, a sleight of hand trick, in which one was both the magician and the audience; the deceiver and the deceived. Still, who could resist a good magic trick?

glass, madam. He looks to see his own face, not

As I stared back at myself in the reflected grandeur of the room, I remembered what Mr. Kessler had told me: a good counterfeit is as much a work of art as the real thing.

Everybody thinks it's going to be different for them, Janice said. The dinosaurs thought so too.

A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

The miracle of your mind isn't that you can see the world as it is. It's that you can see the world as it isn't.

Love is like a tide. When it's in, everything looks beautiful and inviting. Only when love recedes can you see the debris beneath the surface - the old bottles, the rusty prams, the sewage pipes, the bloated cats and dogs weighted down to drown. The man I had once loved so passionately I now saw as weak, gutted like a fish.

To make the mask invisible involved not just creating a natural look, but training the eye to perceive makeup as a natural feature of women's faces.

I found it to be more challenging to be in a huge effects movie, because a lot of the things aren't there.You have to trust the director and react to nothing.

It was his turn for a little bit of smoke to escape him. I leaned into Gabriel and asked softly, "Can you do that too?" His eyes never left Kostya, but his lips parted slightly. A tiny curl of smoke emerged. For some reason, it delighted me, but that delight was short-lived

hey. Your lips didn't move when you said that. Are you a ventriloquist?

I want to only imagine things, not know them.

While you are conscious of being a Buddha, you are not truly a Buddha, because you are ensnared by the idea. You are not empty.

There is no way for even the most honest among us to look into memory's dreamy, evasive eyes and know she can be persuaded not to lie, not to betray.