Quotes About Illusion

Das gute alte England existiert nur in der Vorstellung - ein Land, das aus Wörtern, Holzschnitten, Filmen, Gemälden und pittoresken Stichen zusammengezimmert ist.

I have learned, too, the danger that comes in mistaking the wildness we give a thing for the wildness that animates

It struck me then that perhaps the bareness and wrongness of the world was an illusion; that things might still be real, and right, and beautiful, even if I could not see them - that if I stood in the right place, and was lucky this might somehow be revealed to me.

I have loved a fool who counted kisses, she thought.

Miranda put a hand over her face and looked through her fingers, the world in pieces, her father's legs gone, the woman's torso vanished. Now they looked like broken dolls, their jaws clacking, breeze blowing through their hollows.

With growing disbelief, Jess yet again felt herself slipping into the gap - that gap of perception between what is really happening to a person and what others think is happening.

So her missing person's poster features a girl with long hair and dreamy eyes that don't see the fracture coming.

I often think it would be such a luxury to go mad, and not have to worry about anything. [...] There would be some sort of doctor there to tell me: "Don't worry, Mary, it's just that you're mad. Now be quiet and take this pill." And I would think, So that's all is is, and I would be glad. But aloud I would say, "What? I'm perfectly sane! You're mad...." Only mildly, though; just for show, really.

And all the while there was the theater of my hands. It was theater, in that it was the performance of something that was true, and as such, I believed in it with all my heart but was also able to come to the end of it at a moment's notice.

Lily's eye transformed places. She looked at structures and they turned inside out and offered her their desolate jigsaw patterns. Once

Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and believed them to be trustworthy. I'd hide myself away in them, setting two mirrors to face each other so that when I stood between them I was infinitely reflected in either direction. Many, many me's. When I stood on tiptoe, we all stood on tiptoe, trying to see the first of us, and the last. The effect was dizzying, a vast pulse, not quite alive, more like the working of an automaton.

There was . . . a mirror that crawled across the wall in a wooden frame. When I go into Miri's room all I can see, all I can think of is that enormous mirror, like a lake on the wall.

She has a soft spot for houses that look sensible until you get inside.

Somehow a bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.

Yet what is it except a game you play in which identity can be denied? You are as God created you. All else but this one thing is folly to believe. In this one thought is everything set free. In this one truth are all illusions gone.

2 Rien de réel ne peut être menacé. 3 Rien d'irréel n'existe.

The ego is nothing more than a false belief about our identity. It is the belief that we are separate, alone, and on our own.

2What you think you are is a belief to be undone, but what you really are must be revealed to you. 3The belief you are a body calls for correction, being a mistake.

Una vez que una ilusión se reconoce como tal, desaparece. 2 Niégate a aceptar el sufrimiento, y eliminarás el pensamiento de sufrimiento.

El dolor es señal de que las ilusiones reinan en lugar de la verdad.

Tal vez parezca que el mundo te causa dolor. 2 Sin embargo, al no tener causa, no tiene el poder de ser la causa de nada. 3 Al ser un efecto, no puede producir efectos. 4 Al ser una ilusión, es lo que tú deseas que sea. 5 Tus vanos deseos constituyen sus pesares. 6 Tus extraños anhelos dan lugar a sus sueños de maldad. 7 Tus pensamientos de muerte lo envuelven con miedo, mientras que en tu benévolo perdón halla vida.

el dolor es una ilusión; el júbilo es real. 4 El dolor es dormir; el júbilo, despertar. 5 El dolor es un engaño, y sólo el júbilo es verdad.

volvemos nuevamente a optar por la única alternativa que jamás se puede elegir, ya que sólo elegimos entre las ilusiones y la verdad, entre el dolor y el júbilo, entre el Cielo y el infierno. 2 Que la gratitud hacia nuestro Maestro invada nuestros corazones, pues somos libres de elegir nuestro júbilo en vez de dolor, nuestra santidad en vez de pecado, la paz de Dios en vez de conflicto y la luz del Cielo en lugar de las tinieblas del mundo.

lo que vemos no es real.