Quotes About Illusion

I had a nightmare that I was mopping floors and that this Freddie Gibbs thing was all a dream.

Instagram is just a highlight reel... Ten percent of the time, Chan and I have a lot of fun. Ninety percent, we're really boring.

I misdirect the audience, so they have no idea where they are or who they're listening to.

We act as romantics before the camera to make people understand there is actually no love once the freshness is gone in certain journey of life.

There's no point in living in an alternate reality.

Me dije entonces que la oscuridad es sólo una ilusión, porque el sol está siempre encima o debajo del horizonte. Eso significa que la noche y el día están vinculados como pocas otras cosas;no puede existir el uno sin el otro, y sin embargo, tampoco pueden coexistit. ¿Cómo estar siempre juntos, y al mismo tiempo siempre separados?

Katie habia aprendido que los instantes eran simplemente eso: una ilusion.

The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it's important to remember that joy can always follow despair. But a moment later, the rainbow had vanished and the hail returned, and he realized that joy was sometimes only an illusion.

Percebi então, o crepúsculo,é apenas uma ilusão, porque o sol ou está acima ou abaixo do horizonte. E isso quer dizer que o dia e a noite estão ligados de uma maneira como poucas coisas o estão - não pode haver uma coisa sem a outra, porém não podem existir ao mesmo tempo. Como seria a sensação, lembro de me perguntar, de estar sempre juntos, porém para sempre separados?

sometimes it's hard to tell the truth because you the truth is hard to see, because it exists in a misty, gray non-space between two strongly charged falsehoods that sound true but aren't.

sometimes it's hard to tell the truth because the truth is hard to see, because it exists in a misty, gray non-space between two strongly charged falsehoods that sound true but aren't.

Human beings are stuck in a Midas-like predicament: we can't directly experience the true texture of reality because everything we touch turns to matter.

But what else can we do when we're so weak? We invest hours each day, months each year, years each lifetime in something over which we have no control; it is any wonder then, that we are reduced to creating ingenious but bizarre liturgies designed to give us the illusion that we are powerful after all, just as every other primitive community has done when faced with a deep and apparently impenetrable mystery?

And also, what kind of job was comic magician? She didn't think she could bear to be married to a comic magician, even if his breath were sweeter than Parma violets and his kisses were like atom bombs. Comic magicians belonged on seaside piers. Comic magicians were what she had come to London to escape, not to find, and certainly not to marry.

Barbara began to imagine the pretty girls working in Derry and Toms as beautiful tropical fish in a tank, swimming up and down, up and down, in serene disappointment, with nowhere to go and nothing to see that they hadn't seen a million times before.

I can't believe I told you all those things and we've ended up talking about how great I am.' 'But we're not. You've confused the two things again. You're not great. You're a shallow, feckless, self-indulgent... wanker.' 'Thanks.

When he had gone home, he had been frightened, he had refused to face what he saw. But he had not really wanted to come home to a land, only to a pas; and not finding the past there, he had run away, fearing the reality, preferring the dream.

Women had a tendency to see what they wanted to see i men, at least in the beginning

When you are young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close -- as close as you can get -- to another person only makes clear that impassable distance between you.' If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?' Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it's intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you've actually become one with the other person. Merged souls and so on. You think you'll never be lonely again.

You fall in love, it's intoxicating, an for a little while you feel like you've actually become one with the other person. Merged souls, and so on. You think you'll never be lonely again. Only it doesn't last and soon you realize you can only get so close and you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion-the hope you'd held on to all those years-has been shattered.

There are moments when a kind of clarity comes over you, and suddenly you can see through walls to another dimension that you'd forgotten or chosen to ignore in order to continue living with the various illusions that make life, particularily life with other people, possible.

we take comfort in the symmetries we find in life because they suggest a design where there is none.

Only later did I come to understand that to be a mother is to be an illusion. No matter how vigilant, in the end a mother can't protect her child - not from pain, or horror, or the nightmare of violence, from sealed trains moving rapidly in the wrong direction, the depravity of strangers, trapdoors, abysses, fires, cars in the rain, from chance.

I had the elated, otherworldly feeling I sometimes get entering the sphere of another's life, when for a moment changing my banal habits and living like that seems entirely possible, a feeling that always dissolves by the next morning, when I wake up to the familiar, unmovable shapes of my own life.