Quotes About Illusion

Sapk?nl???n yan?lg?s? buradad?r. Bir ak?m?n sunduÄŸu inanc?n önemi yoktur; önemli olan sunduÄŸu umuttur.

This is the illusion of heresy. The faith a movement proclaims doesn't count: what counts is the hope it offers. Scratch the heresy and you will find the leper. Every battle against heresy wants only to keep the leper as he is.

çünkü aynalar?n öyle bir büyüsü vard?r ki, ayna olduklar?n? bilseniz bile sizi ürkütürler.

Duchamp stuck a moustache on the Mona Lisa, but he needed a Mona Lisa to stick the moustache on; and in order to deny that he was painting a pipe, Magritte had to paint a meticulously realistic pipe.

through witty riddles and unsuspected metaphors, though ti tells us things differently to the way they are, as if it were lying, it actually obliges us to examine them more closely, and it makes us say: Ah, this is just as things are, and I dint know it.

Here, in the realm of three-dimensional wax, the mirror is painted. The only credible reasons are symbolic. Confronting an instance where Art played consciously with Illusion and admitted the vanity of images through the image of an image, the industry of the Absolute Fake didn't dare venture to copy, because it would have come too close to the revelation of its own falsehood.

the frantic desire for the Almost Real arises only as a neurotic reaction to the vacuum of memories; the Absolute Fake is offspring of the unhappy awareness of a present without depth.

Estoy persuadido de que el mundo es un enigma benigno, que nuestra locura vuelve terrible porque pretende interpretarlo con arreglo a su propia verdad.

Disneyland tells us that technology can give us more reality than nature can.

En me retraçant ces détails, j'en suis à me demander s'ils sont réels, ou bien si je les ai rêvés.

And I wondered if these people too, who seemed able to move as they wished about the yard, were in truth constrained to behave as they did and were only pretending to be free, as we ourselves had done when we came in procession through the town.

And as my eyes grew heavy with sleep I wondered if there were not some larger play still, in which Kings and Emperors and Popes, though thinking they are in the center of the space, are really only in the margin...

but they know that's all bait for suckers, and if you could hear them laughing at you behind your back, you'd realize how you're being used.

in the next dark place a camel harnessed to a pole went round and round, working a press which squeezed olive oil from loads of the fruit; the camel had a hood over his face, so that he wouldn't see what he was doing, and might dream that he was out on the desert trails where he had been born.

She tends the fire Burning his letters. They turn black like thin mourning dresses. Yellow names, leaping; above them a blonde woman's hair on her bare shoulders. Red hollow glowing beneath. Illusion of passion. Like fragile layers of widow weeds, matted bluish, shiny, worn and buttons, yes, cheap buttons and words. Her fingers touch the smooth skin on her breasts. She tends the fire.

Ideology is a specious way of relating to the world. It offers human beings the illusion of an identity, of dignity, and of morality while making it easier for them to part with them.

And so my satisfactions had only been brothel satisfactions, which hadn't been satisfactions at all.

Stephen Jay Gould

Poate c? este timpul s? v? fac portretul lui Jasmin; dar în întuneric- fiindc? ferestrele nu se deschid niciodat?, de vreme ce Jasmin nu exist? È™i, prin urmare, nu poate avea mam?, ceea ce este incontestabil, dup? cum v? va dovedi urmarea acestei poveÈ™ti- în întuneric, deci, descrierea nu ar fi exact?.

Podéis creerlo? La tumba tiene más poder que los ojos de la amada.

Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo

He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality

Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.