Quotes About Illusion

In managing our transport systems, our governments must constantly negotiate the paradox of mass movement. They must create a system which, for the sake of speed and efficiency, treats us like a herd, constantly prodded and coralled, divided, re-formed and forced into line. At the same time it must grant us the illusion of autonomy.

our loyalties are to the aesthetics, not the evidence. We are seduced by the way things look, and overlook the way they function. But beauty is seldom truth, and truth is seldom beauty.

Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?

Well, we all start thinking we're going to be Romantic rock stars, but then reality hits and you realize no one reads you but other poets.

Myths which are believed in tend to become true.

Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.

Power resides only where men believe it resides. . . . A very small man can cast a very large shadow.

That was a lesson Melisandre had learned long before Asshai; the more effortless the sorcery appears, the more men fear the sorcerer.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

Power resides where men believe it resides. A very small man can cast a very large shadow.

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

A mad man sees what he sees.

In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight." - Jaime

And the crow once called the raven black.

The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.

My words lied.My eyes and my arm shouted out the truth,but you were not seeing.

Power is a trick. It lies where we believe it lies.

Things are not always as they seemed, Much that may seem evil can be good.

Give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths.

You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions, or dragons, or eagles.

Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime,