Quotes About Illusion

But of course, time didn't work like that. And memory was but a television show of your own life, a movie screen you could play witness to, but not interact with, change the course of, redirect.

Trust was the basis for love. Without it, you had nothing but an illusion- a pleasant illusion, it was true, an illusion that felt nice and steady. But when you thought that the lie was the real thing? Finding out the two-dimensional nature of your existence was shattering.

the whole clean-break thing had been an illusion. Just because you moved on didn't mean you shed your personal history like a suit of clothes. Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars. Mostly the scars

Sometimes composure was all you had; dignity your only consolation; the illusion of all right your sole source of comfort.

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.

Reality is like a coin. It has a front and a back, and you can only see one side at a time.

El tiempo es un lujo, lo creas o no —dijo. —A mí me parece una maldición.

Yeah, his being your friendly neighborhood drug lord, pimp, and enforcer really fit in with the Norman Rockwell routine. Totally.

Lo que necesitaba en ese momento era una buena carrera. Una larga... carrera. ¿Qué importaba que no llevara a ninguna parte? Al menos podría tener la ilusión de escapar de sí mismo.

The heart lies to itself because it must.

Nothing ever happened - Not even this

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

all day long wearing a hat that wasn't on my head

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else...

Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and beginningless emptiness.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.

Vanity of vanities… all is vanity.' You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is 'success', the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horseshit.

And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real.

Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change

The world was upsidedown hanging in an ocean of endless space and here were all these people sitting in theatres watching movies