Quotes About Illusion

5. Aquellos que quieren ver los testigos de la verdad en vez de los de la ilusión, piden simplemente poder ver en el mundo un propósito que le aporte significado y haga que tenga sentido. 2 Sin tu función especial, no tiene ningún significado para ti. 3 Sin embargo, se puede convertir en una mina tan rica e ilimitada como el Cielo mismo.

The mind can make the belief in separation very real and very fearful, and this belief is the "devil.

No one can rob infinity. For when Something is taken, angels join their wings And close the space so rapidly it seems To be illusion; unoccurred, undone.

A glass devil is a person in whom evil becomes transparent. People simply don't see it, despite the fact that it's there all the time.

Time is only an illusion produced by the succession of our states of consciousness as we travel through eternal duration, and it does not exist where no consciousness exists in which the illusion can be produced; but "lies asleep."

Before the soul can see, the Harmony within must be attained, and fleshly eyes be rendered blind to all illusion.

We cut these numerous windings in our destinies daily with our own hands, while we imagine that we are pursuing a track on the royal high road of respectability and duty, and then complain of those ways being so intricate and so dark. We stand bewildered before the mystery of our own making, and the riddles of life that we will not solve, and then accuse the great Sphinx of devouring us.

Realiteit is slechts de meest voor de hand liggende fictie.

There is no curing a sick man who believes himself to be in health.

En la luz, la apariencia; en la sombra, nosotros. La sombra es la realidad de milagro que traduce lo invisible.

We deceive ourselves a good deal about love. It is almost never what they say it is.

They felt that everything was fleeting, that everything wore out, that everything that was not dead would die, and that even the illusory ties holding them together would not endure. Their sadness did not bring them together. On the contrary, they were separated by all the force of their two sorrows. To suffer together, alas, what disunion!

Extending his hands from his bed, Plume was astonished not to feel the wall: "Well," he concluded, "the ants must have eaten it away." And he went back to sleep. Shortly thereafter, his wife shook him awake: "Take a good look, lazybones! While you were so busy sleeping, someone went and stole our house!" And indeed, stretching out on every side there was nothing but solid sky. "So it goes," he thought.

Time is the supreme illusion. It is but the inner prism by which we decompose being and life, the mode under which we perceive successively what is simultaneous in idea.

Our house has never been anything but a playroom. I have been your doll wife, just as at home I was Daddy's doll child. And the children in turn have been my dolls. I thought it was fun when you came and played with me, just as they thought it was fun when I went and played with them. That's been our marriage, Torvald.

Take the life-lie away from the average man and straightaway you take away his happiness.

Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.

Those who seek education in the paths of duty are always deceived by the illusion that power in the hands of friends is an advantage to them.

Simplicity is the most deceitful mistress that ever betrayed man.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth and therefore delude us.

Petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of reality.

Sometimes you thought you had a thing—but then part of it—or all of it—always got away. Life itself could not be possessed, really, not even a minute of it.