Quotes About Illusion

As I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it occurred to me that if all else failed, a man could at least kiss himself, and I stared in to the mirror, conjuring up the memory of the couple in the film. I couldn't get the image of their lips out of my mind. But by now I'd realised I'd not even be kissing myself; I'd be kissing the mirror.

Bir yandan bunu hissediyor,diÄŸer yandan içimden geçenlerin hepsinin boÅŸ birer hayal olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüyordum.

Daha veciz konuÅŸmay? seven bir dükkan?n sahibi, müÅŸterilerinin bir elbiseyi deÄŸil, asl?nda bir hayali sat?n ald?klar?n? aç?klam??. O elbiseyi giyen ötekiler gibi olabilme hayaliymiÅŸ as?l sat?n almak istedikleri.

Eskileri bir bütün içinde sanmak eskiler kadar eski bir yan?lg?d?r!

Ahora sé que no cambiaría nada demostrar que la vida que vivimos no es sino el sueño de otro.

Toutes ces choses que j'avais apprises, auxquelles j'avais cru jusque-là, n'étaient plus que des détails dépourvus de tout intérêt, et des choses que j'ignorais surgirent des recoins où elles s'étaient terrées jusque-là et me lancèrent des signaux.

He had no clear understanding of how he had been tricked, no memory of how he'd arrived at this moment, and so the strangeness in his mind became a part of the trap he had fallen into.

Ka plot të rinj që në një periudhë të caktuar të jetës së tyre, dashurohen nën ndikimin e ndonjë fjale, ndonjë historie, të ndonjë libri të lexuar së bashku; martohen me të dashurat e tyre me të njëjtin gëzim dhe jetojnë të lumtur, pa e kuptuar kurrë këtë iluzion të fshehur pas ethes të tyre dashurore.

In reaction to being overly logical we'll feed fantasies for weeks and years on end, and one day we'll see something, a face, an outfit, a happy person, and suddenly realize that our dreams will never come true; thus, we come to understand that a particular maiden won't be permitted to marry us or that we'll never reach such-and-such a station in life.

We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.

We're the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, but we eat the little bastards alive.

Humans invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed. That is the tragedy of language my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. -Taleswapper

It's all just fictions anyway. We do what we do and then we make up reasons for it afterward but they're never the true reasons, the truth is always just out of reach.

Where ideas are real and reality is shadow.

Ender was a destroyer, but what he destroyed was illusion, and the illusion had to die...the truth about ourselves. Somehow this ancient man is able to see the truth and it doesn't blind his eyes or drive him mad. I must listen to this voice and let its power come to me so I, too, can stare at the light and not die.

It had to be a trick or you couldn't have done it.

All dreams. If there was love or pity for him, it was only in his dreams.

Free will doesn't exist. Only the illusion of free will, because the causes of our behavior are so complex that we can't trace them back. If you've got one line of dominoes knocking each other down one by one, then you can always say, Look, this domino fell because that one pushed it. But when you have an infinite number of directions, you can never find where the casual chain begins. So you think, That domino fell because it wanted to.

Sophisticated people seem to think that the truth must always be dark, disappointing, disillusioning. But this is not so at all. Most of the time, darkness, disappointment, and disillusionment are the illusion. Truth is neutral. Our decisions determine what darkens and what lightens our lives.

No one likes to find out that the story he always believed about his own identity is false.

Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him.

Wishful thinking gives false gods to people who hunger for gods, but those who yearn for a world with no gods are no less likely to fall victim to their own wishful thinking.

Once these two had been joined together in love, or something like love; they had made two babies, and yet, only fifteen years later, the last tie between them was broken now. All lost, all gone. Nothing lasted, nothing. Even this forty-million-year world that the Oversoul had preserved as if in ice, even it would melt before the fire. Permanence was always an illusion, and love was just the disguise that lovers wore to hide the death of their union from each other for a while.