Quotes About Illusion

I inherited a painting and a violin which turned out to be a Rembrandt and a Stradivarius. Unfortunately, Rembrandt made lousy violins and Stradivarius was a terrible painter.

On Ecstasy, Joan Rivers looks like Pamela Anderson, so imagine what Pamela Anderson looked like.

Love is an illusion. It's nothing but a mirage. It doesn't matter how he looks on the outside, or who he is on the inside. Right now, you're convinced that you love your darling, but... try thinking about it logically.

Love? I always thought love was just something that ate away your sanity, left you with an inferiority complex, and filled you with jealousy...and bitterness. Noi-chan told me all about love... and now I know the truth. Love is an illusion. Nothing more than that. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. <3 So many people get hung up on love while life passes them by.

The reliability of stools? Solids, liquids, gases, the dance of atoms, the bounce and race of molecules, ethers, electrical charges. The eyes and habits of illusion. Retinal images, bogus images, traveling to the brain. The pupils trying to tell the truth to the inner eye. The eye of the heart. The eye of the head. The eye of the mind. All seeing differently.

Everything was better when I was imagining it. Real things are complicated.

Y ya nadie cree en los seres fantásticos —agregó Jared, pero luego pensó en Lucinda—. Al menos nadie que esté cuerdo.

Toda esa magia... era una estafa. Parecía estupenda, pero en el fondo era tan decepcionante como todo lo demás.

Sweet pulp and sour skin - Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?

From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.

There are no angels in America.

You do not live in America. No such place exists.

Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions.

Imagination can't create anything new, can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions... So when we thing we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfulness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable. Don't you think it's depressing?

and what is remembered is so seldom true

Sometimes I think that love is a case of mistaken identity.

The fall of humanity was the fall from the actual to the symbolic. Language abstracts us from the real world; keeping us from direct, intuitive perception. Words, like the ego, are merely guides. Don't mistake them for the real thing. Pull aside the filthy curtains of the social. Language makes an enigma of simple existence; it obscures the true nature of reality and of your self.

I get it," Merlin leaned forward. "The magician simply redirects attention to one of these other fifty-five thousand realities, thereby distracting others from the reality they're manipulating

Human consciousness is a big game of make-believe. It's nothing more than mutually fanciful speculation, and the self, consequently, is nothing more than a ridiculous illusion at best and a destructive delusion at worst. We can't know each other's perspective, we only pretend we can. That's why people walk around so terrified of each other most of the time.

Qué es lo que verían, qué es lo que escucharían decir a sus fantasmas? ¿Variarían de día en día, o de hora en hora, o su alucinación sería invariable y fija como una pesadilla que durara eternamente?

Kan dere sitte her og late som om verden er den samme? Når bladene har hengt seg opp på trærne igjen, når regnet har trukket seg tilbake i skyene, når sola har splintret tåka, når det har gått et menneske gjennom skolegården og lagt gullstøv i grusen, kan dere bare sitte her og si at alt er som før?

Justice is like an invisible creature that flees before us. As long as we keep chasing it, we have it. It's the constant seeking for law and justice that constitutes law and justice. . . . All confusion and disorder and disintegration is just semblance and illusion. Law and order endure in secret. Truth and justice are not a conjuring trick.

Strange, i thought i knew you well, thought i had read the sky, thought i had seen a change in your eyes.

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope.