Quotes About Illusion

La gente sólo cree lo que quiere creer.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn't leave you on purpose, he can't possibly live up to the person you've built him into.

How can you believe someone to be so beautiful and amazing and just about the most magical person you've ever known, when it turns out she was in such pain that she had to drink poison to rob her cells of oxygen until her heart had no choice but to stop beating?

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

People believe only what they want to believe.

The words are so full of smoke and mirrors that it's impossible to find a real person behind them.

Optics can be a bitch.

People believe what they want to believe

everything seems smaller than life

La beauté est une enchanteresse, et la bonne foi qui s'expose à ses charmes se dissout en sang," he says. "It's from Much Ado About Nothing

La gente solo cree lo que quiere creer.

You can't lost what you never had.

I have made believe so long that now I am quite sincere in my conviction that we can see pretty much whatever we look for; which should prove the desirability of searching for amusement and profit rather than for boredom and disillusion.

My philosophy: if the heels are high enough, everyone looks like they have runner's calves, right?

Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart.

She stopped at the desk and held up a can for his view. "This looks like an ordinary hairspray can, right?" "Of course." he said though he had no idea what hairspray was.

Please. Shit sprinkled with sugar was still shit. Baden

My reflection stared back at me, the smudges just as dark as before. Disappointment hit a split second before I realized something else was wrong. Something far worse. I wasn't smiling-but my reflection was

El orgullo, el hecho de creer mentiras sobre uno mismo para aumentar el valor de uno mismo, a menudo era el preludio de una desagradable caída.

Shit sprinkled with sugar was still shit.

She had created her own misery. Had welcomed her own destruction. Had cast her own emotional illusions, believing in them until they became her reality.

Someone who accepts the lie will never see the truth.

Madness, in my personal experience, is mostly the acceptance of a reality that is not commonly agreed-upon. 

What is success? It is a toy balloon among children armed with pins.