Quotes About Illusion

Michele has left this strange world a little before me. This means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction made between past, present and future is nothing more than a persistent, stubborn illusion.

Because it is nothing but a fleeting structure of the world, an ephemeral fluctuation in the happening of the world, that which is capable of giving rise to what we are: beings made of time. That to which we owe our being, giving us the precious gift of our very existence, allowing us to create the fleeting illusion of permanence that is the origin of all our suffering.

Ever since we discovered that the Earth is round and turns like a mad spinning-top we have understood that reality is not as it appears to us: every time we glimpse a new aspect of it, it is a deeply emotional experience. Another veil has fallen.

Ever since we discovered that Earth is round and turns like a mad spinning-top, we have understood that reality is not as it appears to us: every time we glimpse a new aspect of it, it is a deeply emotional experience. Another veil has fallen.

Albert Einstein, yak?n dostu ?talyan Michele Besso öldü?ünde onun k?z karde?ine dokunakl? bir mektu yazm??t?: "Michele bu garip dünyadan benden biraz önce ayr?ld?. Bunun hiçbir anlam? yok. Bizim gibi fizi?e inanan insanlar, geçmi?, ?imdi ve gelecek aras?ndaki ayr?m?n sürüp giden inatç? bir yan?lsamadan ba?ka bir ?ey olmad???n? bilir.

external perception is an internal dream which proves to be in harmony with external things; and instead of calling 'hallucination' a false perception, we must call external perception 'a confirmed hallucination.

The present is like the flatness of Earth: an illusion. We

Time is a strange thing. When we don't need it, it is nothing. Then suddenly, there is nothing else. It is everywhere around us. Also, within us. It seeps into our faces. It seeps into the mirror, runs through my temples. Between you and I it runs silently like an hourglass.

The solidity of the classical vision of the world is nothing other than our own myopia. The certainties of classical physics are just probabilities. The well-defined and solid picture of the world given by the old physics is an illusion.

we are nothing but images of images. Reality, including our selves, is nothing but a thin and fragile veil, beyond which . . . there is nothing.

Non c'è più lo spazio che «contiene» il mondo e non c'è più il tempo «lungo il quale» avvengono gli eventi. Ci sono solo processi elementari dove quanti di spazio e materia interagiscono tra loro in continuazione. L'illusione dello spazio e del tempo continui attorno a noi è la visione sfocata di questo fitto pullulare di processi elementari.

More than a hundred years have passed since we learned that the "present of the universe" does not exist.

Light on a surface is but a hailstorm.

Was it possible that, coming to America with certain illusions of equality, I had slowly succumbed to the hypnotic effects of racial fear?

O dente morde a fruta envenenada a fruta morde o dente envenenado o veneno morde a fruta e morde o dente o dente, se mordendo, já descobre a polpa deliciosíssima do nada.

He wrote up the cases of his own patients who believed themselves to be someone other than themselves. There were Virgin Marys, Christs and Gods, Marilyn Monroes and Elvis Presleys. Movie stars and even characters from literature took over the lives of Ambrose's patients. Jane Eyre sometimes screamed in an imaginary red room at Mandala.

Porque las cosas y las personas que sólo se han visto con los ojos de la imaginación pueden seguir viviendo y siendo iguales, aunque desaparezcan en la realidad. Cuando se han visto y luego se dejan de ver, el cambio es mayor.

El tiempo transcurre a hurtadillas, disimulando no le vemos andar. Pero de pronto volvemos la cabeza y encontramos imágenes que se han desplazado a nuestras espaldas, fotos fijas, sin referencia de fecha, como las figuras de los niños del escondite inglés, a los que nunca se pillaba en movimiento

Porque es un poco así, el tiempo transcurre a hurtadillas, disimulando, no le vemos andar.

Contraponer la verdad al engaño es el juego por excelencia, aunque difícil: o nos engañamos o nos engañan.

Dormir no es cerrar los ojos. La gente dice dormir y despertar, pero nunca sabe cuándo está dormida y cuándo no.

Así fue como aprendí -se dice ella ahora- que la verdad no existe, la verdad se fabrica. Y precisamente a eso me dedico desde aquel entonces, es tan divertido como útil.

Beauty is fame.

He was gorgeous on the outside but a train wreck on the inside. I could never understand why he did not see himself the way everyone else did. Brian started Monmouth College the following