Quotes About Illusion

What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise!

A un sapo le salen alas y ya cree que es un dragón.

Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,

A toad grows wings and thinks he's a bloody dragon.

I love beauty, but sometimes a thing lovely to behold conceals vileness and evil within.

Paint stripes on a toad, he does not become a tiger.

It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.

This fool he promised me is like to be my own reflection in a pond.

I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up.

Most of the stories you hear about dragons are fodder for fools.

The gods are blind and men see only wha they wish.

Even dreams cannot live up here.

a few of them even looked like soldiers. In a bad light. If you squint.

Men see what they expect to see,

On armageddon day,' Sandy said, 'both armies will think they fight for good. And both of them will be wrong.

No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise.

I do. My time is done." Jaqen passed a hand down his face from forehead to chin, and where it went he changed. His cheeks grew fuller, his eyes closer; his nose hooked, a scar appeared on his right cheek where no scar had been before. And when he shook his head, his long straight hair, half red and half white, dissolved away to reveal a cap of tight black curls.

Every mummer needs a dancing bear.

If I had me a nice goose quill and a pot o' maester's ink, I could write down that me member was long and thick as me arm, wouldn't make it so.

Fooling folk was simple as singing. Tricking folk and telling lies, it was like breathing. But this? Convincing someone of the truth that they were too twisted to see? How could you even begin?

Maester Luwin made a little boy of clay, baked him till he was hard and brittle, dressed him in Bran's clothes, and flung him off a roof. Bran remembered the way he shattered. "But I never fall," he said, falling.

He offers the honeycomb with one hand and shows the whip with the other.

Why use a spell, where mummer's tricks will serve?

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. I can take you to a real lion, my little friend. The prince keeps a pride in his menagerie. Would you like to share a cage with them?