Quotes About Illusion

We often fool ourselves into believing that the "good old days" were actually good, but this is far from the truth.

Between the idea and the reality falls the shadow

I prefer to keep fooling myself, at least for a little while longer.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for the real.

You live on the surface, Lia told me years later. You sometimes seem profound, but it's only because you piece a lot of surfaces together to create the impression of depth, solidity. That solidity would collapse if you try to stand it up.

Thus we have on stage two men, each of whom knows nothing of what he believes the other knows, and to deceive each other reciprocally both speak in allusions, each of the two hoping (in vain) that the other holds the key to his puzzle.

The belief that time is a linear, directed sequence running from A to B is a modern illusion. In fact, it can also go from B to A, the effect producing the cause.

we read novels because they give us the comfortable sensation of living in worlds where the notion of truth is indisputable, while the actual world seems to be a more treacherous place.

The Roseicrucians were everywhere, aided by the fact that they didn't exist.

An we, inhabitants of the great coral of the Cosmos, believe the atom (which still we cannot see) to be full matter, whereas, it too, like everything else, is but an embroidery of voids in the Void, and we give the name of being, dense and even eternal, to that dance of inconsistencies, that infinite extension that is identified with absolute Nothingness an that spins from its own non-being the illusion of everything.

It seems to me that more plots have been imagined than really exist.

You cannot escape one infinite, I told myself, by fleeing to another; you cannot escape the revelation of the identical by taking refuge in the illusion of the multiple.

Adiós muñeca, ha sido muy hermoso, pero eras un autómata sin alma.

I followed the curve that rose from the capitals of the semicircle of columns and ran along the ribs of the vault toward the key, mirroring the mystery of the ogive, that supreme static hypocrisy which rests on an absence, making the columns believe that they are thrusting the great ribs upward and the ribs believe that they are holding the columns down, the vault being both all and noting, at once cause and effect.

Creo que, a ciertas alturas, ya no hay diferencia entre acostumbrarse a fingir que se cree y acostumbrarse a creer

the more things you know, or pretend to know, the more powerful you are. It doesn't matter if things are true. What counts, remember, is to possess a secret.

We've been led astray by rationalist thought," Diotallevi said. "I keep telling you.

Among the many certainties whose lack he complained of, one alone is present, and it is that all things appear to us as they appear to us, and it is impossible for them to appear otherwise.

Ä°nsanlar? kendinden geçiren görüntüyle günahkâr say?klama aras?nda çoÄŸu kez tek bir ad?m vard?r.

Kitapl?k hem gerçeÄŸin hem de yan?lg?n?n kan?t?d?r.

Saul Bellow escribió una vez que, en una época de locura, creerse inmunes a la locura es una forma de locura.

The mass media first convinced us that the imaginary was real, and now they are convincing us that the real is imaginary; and the more reality the TV screen shows us, the more cinematic our everyday world becomes. Until, as certain philosophers have insisted, we will think that we are alone in the world, and that everything else is the film that God or some evil spirit is projecting before our eyes.

When you go from the fake New Orleans of Disneyland to the real one, where the captain of the paddle-wheel steamer says it is possible to see alligators on the banks of the river, and then you don't see any, you risk feeling homesick for Disneyland. -'City of Robots',1986

Pero entonces, si el ser es tan frágil e insustancial como para sostenerse únicamente por la ilusión de quienes buscan su secreto, , entonces, como decía Amparo en la tenda, después de su derrota, entonces realmente no hay redención, somos todos esclavos, y lo único que merecemos es un amo...