Quotes About Illusion

A woman's hand lay on the mattress now, palm up, the white fingers pale. Riviera leaned forward, picked up the hand, and began to stroke it gently. The fingers moved. Riviera raised the hand to his mouth and began to lick the tips of the fingers. The nails were coated with a burgundy lacquer.

But the paneled room folded itself through a dozen impossible angles, tumbling away into cyberspace like an origami crane.

He could have anything in there," Gentry said, pausing to look down at the unconscious face. He spun on his heel and began his pacing again. "A world. Worlds. Any number of personality-constructs Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Andrea maintained that men like Alain lied so constantly, so passionately, that some basic distinction had been lost. They were artists in their own right, Andrea said, intent on restructuring reality

It is an imitation more real somehow than that which it emulates.

Hackney, he thought irritably, glaring at it. Always gotten up as something it wasn't.

Shaylene had big hair without actually having it, Flynne's mother had once said. Something that came up through any remake, like marker ink through latex paint.

Which had a top layer of truth to it, but latticed, like the caramel on the cronuts.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!

People don't help much.' He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.

Quería explicar que la gente nunca resultaba ser del todo como uno se imagina que es.

I've always been puzzled, and am still at this moment in a state of confusion, between the imaginative world and the real world. It is perfectly true to say that I have at some times in my life found that the imaginative world had pushed the real world right out of the way, and was literally more real.

El miedo no puede hacer más daño que un sueño.

Qué ilusión, pensar que la Fiera era algo que se podía cazar, matar!

The trouble is: Are there ghosts, Piggy? Or beasts?" " 'Course there aren't." "Why not?" "'Cos things wouldn't make sense. Houses an' streets, an'—TV—they wouldn't work.

What was real seemed illusive and without definition.

Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.

Truth is terrific, reality is even better, but believability is best of all. Because without it, truth and reality go right out the window….

I'm tired of the same surprise. I think I'm like most of us in that I want to believe the image. Don't tell me Clint Eastwood hates horses, I don't want to know it.

The life of the Spanish discoverers was one long day-dream. Illusion after illusion chased one another like the bubbles which the child throws off from his pipe, as bright, as beautiful, and as empty. They lived in a world of enchantment.

The world loves to be amused by hollow professions, to be deceived by flattering appearances, to live in a state of hallucination; and can forgive everything but the plain, downright, simple, honest truth.

Life is the art of being well-deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted.

Faith is when you believe something that you know ain't true.