Quotes About Illusion

En su mayoría, las mujeres parecen estar convencidas de que, cada vez que abren los muslos, tienen que usar el marco del melodrama para lograr que el hombre reconozca su valor. Pero en realidad, esta patética e inocente ilusión convierte a las mujeres en víctimas de la violación espiritual, unilateral.

TotuÅŸi femeile obiÅŸnuite p?reau convinse c? nu puteau s?-l fac? pe un b?rbat s? le cunoasc? valoarea decat dac?, ori de cate ori îÅŸi desf?ceau picioarele, o f?ceau ca ÅŸi cum ar fi fost eroinele unui serial. Dar aceast? iluzie, foarte patetic? ÅŸi de fapt nevinovat?, f?cea din femei victimele unui viol spiritual, unilateral.

Nici o ÅŸtire interesant?. Totul era un turn de iluzii, din c?r?mizi iluzorii ÅŸi g?unoase. Dac? viaÅ£a ar fi alc?tuit? numai din lucruri importante, ar fi ca o cas? periculoas? de sticl?, greu de manuit. Dar viaÅ£a de toate zilele era întocmai ca titlurile din ziare. Cunoscand lipsa de însemn?tate a existenÅ£ei, toat? lumea aÅŸaz? centrul compasului în propria-i cas?.

If the convention of the face were empty, perhaps a disguise too was just as empty.

what they sold in the bar was the fake mask of alcohol.

I began to toy with the finger of a girl in navy blue seated next to me. No, it was not I, but the mask.

Even though I might tear the mask off of your hypocrisy, you had a thousand layers of masks, and one after another a new one would appear; but my mask was only a single ply, and under that there remained not even a layer of ordinary face.

my real face, which was merely an incomplete copy of the mask...

I couldn't see you, no matter how I tried, if you moved around like a jellyfish.

just as, in the dark, one sees only darkness whether one keeps his eyes open or shut, looks right or left.

I was dazzled perhaps by the double aspect of the mask—was it the negation of my real face or actually a new face?—and I had been obliged to take an unavoidably circuitous road because I had forgotten the essential point that even this daze was a form of action.

The former were trompe l'œil doors painted on a wall, but the mask was like a door ajar, through which the fragrance of sunlight is wafted in.

Piasek... Wszystko, co posiada form?, jest u?ud?. Jedynie pewny jest ruch piasku, neguj?cy wszelkie formy...

A movie's a place where you pay your money to exchange faces for a while [page 88].

when I returned to my room, took off the mask, washed away the adhesive material, and again looked at my real face, the merciless scar webs seemed less real. The mask had already become just as real as the webs, and if the mask was a temporary form, so were the webs. Apparently the mask was safely beginning to take root on my face.

that Kashiwada could have the outward appearance of a human being yet have a demon lurking inside him.

Sometimes, roughly once a year, Akane's mother would appear to her like this as a hallucination that only she could see. But what felt even stranger was that her mother—who had died young—appeared to have aged appropriately in her illusory form.

There was no way to actually confirm that his body existed as a body. His cognitive abilities may have convinced him that it did, but there was always the possibility that reality was empty.

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

What is seen is not the Truth What is cannot be said Trust comes not without seeing Nor understanding without words The wise comprehends with knowledge To the ignorant it is but a wonder Some worship the formless God Some worship his various forms In what way He is beyond these attributes Only the Knower knows That music cannot be written How can then be the notes Say Kabir, awareness alone will overcome illusion.

Was ist Magie anderes als eine Technik, die die meistens Menschen nicht verstehen - noch nicht oder nicht mehr ?

It was a fairy tale, Hovick style, in which drama trumped veracity and the women always won. On

When the horror recedes and the world resumes its normal shape, you cannot forget it. You have seen what is really there, the empty horror that exists when the consoling illusion of our mundane experience is stripped away, so you can never respond to the world in quite the same way again. from Coleridge: Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread

For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.