Quotes About Illusion

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

Varnish and gilding hide many stains.

it is often nothing but our own vanity that decieves us

To say the truth,' replied Miss Crawford, 'I am something like the famous Doge at the court of Lewis XIV.; and may declare that I see no wonder in this shrubbery equal to seeing myself in it

often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.

There is nothing people are so often deceived in, as the state of their own affections.

To be sure, you knew no actual good of me—but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

What an air of probability sometimes runs through a dream! And at others, what a heap of absurdities it is!

One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it.

She was not much deceived as to her own skill either as an artist or a musician, but she was not unwilling to have others deceived

Cat de adevarate par cateodata visele! Alteori, ce adunatura de lucruri absurde!

Hiçbir ÅŸey alçakgönüllü bir görünümden daha yan?lt?c? deÄŸildir. S?k s?k sadece düÅŸünce dikkatsizliÄŸi, bazen de dolayl? bir övünmedir.

Alcohol made me beautiful in a way I never felt the rest of the time.

Fantasies are absolutely safe, as long as you never try to make them a reality.

You see what you want to see, And you hear what you want to hear. You dig?

To seek for the look of things as a primary purpose or as the main drama is apt to make nothing but trouble.

Your eye knows it sees, though it cannot see itself except through the use of reflection. In the same way the world as you see it is a reflection of what you are, a reflection not in glass but in three-dimensional reality.

It is not that physical reality is false. It is that the physical picture is simply one of an infinite number of ways of perceiving the various guises through which consciousness expresses itself.

Your camouflage and your world is created by conscious focusing and unconscious concentration. Only by turning your head away for a moment can you see what is beneath the seemingly solid pattern. By plunging into our ocean of value climate you can dive beneath your camouflage system and look up to see it, relatively foundationless, floating above you, moved, formed and directed by the shifting illusions caused by the wind of will, and the force of subconscious concentration and demand.

Your idea of time is false. Time as you experience it is an illusion caused by your own physical senses. Your physical senses force you to perceive action in certain terms, but this is not the nature of action.

After he got back to his apartment that evening, Arthur remembered how completely he'd thought he'd solved the problem of his own childhood once he'd claimed Lillian and enveloped her in his dream--no one idle, no one beset by solitude, everyone laughing. The problem he had not solved, or even known existed, was how quickly it passed, every joke, every embrace, every babyhood and childhood, every moment of thinking that he had things figured out for good.

This is true, at the least, that no veil of beauty hides the evils from our sight.

All those cows with the same pattern of black and white, all turning their heads at the same time, all mooing in unison (his first love was still cloning) and all feeling pregnant when they were not, didn't seem to be an image she could hold in her head along with the rest of what she knew about life.

Your own endurance might be a pleasant fiction allowed you by others who've really faced the facts.