Quotes About Illusion

You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.   —William Shakespeare

Red's just dark pink when you think about it." When

Mavis dated this guy for a while back in the day who looked like one of those garden gnomes. She said he went at it like a rabid mink. Don't trust appearances

It's that I no longer seem to know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see the evidences. The very people I suspect produce the evidence, exhibit it, offer it to me. Corpses. Fragments of corpses they have bought for money.

Resulta extraño añorar lo jamás tenido, aquello de lo que nunca ha formado parte. Resulta extraño tener una sensación elíaca acerca de un pasado que en realidad nunca ha conocido

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado. No nos falta nada. Lo que tú crees echar en falta es una ilusión. Vives por una ilusión.

Don Quijote dijo entonces: "Buen hombre, no ves el mundo mismo sino solo las medidas que lo envuelven en un velo. ¡Ay de ti, ciego!".

You're a baby, said Robert. You've been asleep all your life. It's time to wake up. Why do you think they give you charity, you and the children? Because they think you are harmless, your eyes aren't opened, you don't see the truth around you.

Lo de la vida nueva es mentira, hijo, la mentira más grande de todas. No hay otra vida que esta. Esta es la única que existe. En cuanto les dejas que te corten la cabeza, todo se acaba. Ya no hay más que oscuridad, oscuridad y más oscuridad.

Entonces quiero hablar filosofía ahora! ¿Qué pasa si no me despierto? ¿Por qué no está permitido que venga aquí don Quijote? –Don Quijote puede cruzar los mares y venir, pero tiene que hacerlo en un libro, como el que lo trajo cuando llegó hasta ti. No puede aparecerse en carne y hueso. En cuanto a no despertarse, si no nos despertamos nunca, entonces… nada, nada, nada. Eso es lo que quiero decir con filosofía.

Because it is not in the nature of love affairs for the lovers to see each other whole and steady.

There was no such thing as a straight line until mathematicians invented one.

Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.

What was said about him, what the females needed to believe about him, was just oral masturbation for mouths that needed to be otherwise occupied.

I don't think we're fit for visual consumption. Adrian reached up and cranked the rearview mirror his way. Whatever, I'm gorgeous...wow. I... Look like shit.

As she stood down below him on the street,it seemed impossible that she'd connected with him as she had,but then,the phone was virtual relating,one step up from being online.Both people were in their own environments,invisible to each other,only their voices mixing.It was false intimacy.

There was a reason for rituals. When you were lost in your own life, they provided a false structure, like paper walls for your house of cards, the illusion that things were predictable and safe sometimes the only thing that got you through.

That was the thing about life. Habit and routine made things feel permanent, but that was all an illusion based on the very flimsy foundation of repetition. Change and chaos was a far better bet to put your faith in. At least you would never be surprised when things went tits up.

She nodded. And dematerialized right out of his hand.

O forse si stava solo illudendo. Ciò di cui era sicuro era che avrebbe fatto qualsiasi cosa pur di salvare suo fratello. Ed era pronto ad essere maledettamente creativo.

Gift wrapping one's words does not change the nature of truth. Autumn looked back out to the snowy landscape and the river that was partially frozen. And I would rather know what is real than live a lie.

Her glass was not just half full. It was overflowing with rose-scented denial.

In this state, the club was The Wizard of Oz made obvious: All the magic that went on here night after night, all the buzz and excitement, was really just a combination of electronics, booze, and chemicals, an illusion for the people who walked through the front doors, a fantasy that allowed them to be whatever they weren't in their day-to-day lives.