Quotes About Illusion

Az ember úgy érzi… Úgy érzi… – mondta –, hogy csupán valami szerepet játszik, és elfelejtette a következÅ' mondatait.

All dreams are anagrams of diurnal reality.

For I do not exist: There exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

Es espantoso cuando la vida real de pronto resulta ser un sueño, pero ¡cuánto más espantoso cuando lo que uno ha creído que era un sueño —fluido e irresponsable— de pronto empieza a cuajarse como realidad!

A soap bubble is as real as a fossil tooth.

A környezetváltozás olyan hagyományos téveszme, melybe tönkrement szerelemek és tüdÅ'k vetik bizalmukat.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing.

and he, Hugh Person....began to undress her in the motels of his mind

Reader! Bruder! What a foolish Hamburg that Hamburg was! Since his supersensitive system was loath to face the actual scene, he thought he could at least enjoy a secret part of it—which reminds one of the tenth or twentieth soldier in the raping queue who throws the girl's black shawl over her white face so as not to see those impossible eyes while taking his military pleasure in the sad, sacked village.

Thus the story describes a full circle... a vicious circle as all circles are, despite their posing as apples, or planets, or human faces.

He never saw that dress again and when he mentioned it in retrospective evocation she invariably retorted that he must have dreamt it

she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.

Il genio è un africano che vede in sogno la neve.

One of the functions of all my novels is to prove that the novel in general does not exist.

Oh, aprieto el gatillo, sin duda, pero las balas caen blandamente al suelo, una tras otra, desde el tímido cañón. En esos sueños, mi única preocupación es ocultar el fracaso a mi enemigo, que se aburre cada vez más.

Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I travelled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a madman's fancy.

Alas, the objects I had assembled wander away. The young poplar dims and takes off to return where it had been fetched from. The brick wall dissolves. The house draws in its little balconies one by one, then turns, and floats away. Everything floats away. Harmony and meaning vanish. The world irks me again with its variegated void.

mirage and reality merge in love

Vladimir Nabokov

am quite willing to admit that they are also a deception but right now I believe in them so much that I infect them with truth.

What a misunderstanding" said Cincinnatus and suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He took off the linen trousers and shirt. He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly coloring the air.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night—every night, every night—the moment I feigned sleep.

Time moves ahead of our fancies

Palm trees are all right only in mirages.