Quotes About Illusion

Jeg vil gerne rette en særlig tak til Illums Bolighus, fordi de skabte så smagfuldt og fint gennemtænkt et hjem for en familie, der aldrig har eksisteret.

I don't think this city is ugly. And I don't believe in fairy tales.

Sometimes this poem tells itself nothing matters, All's a joke. Relax, it says, everything's Taken care of. (A poem can lie.)

MATTIE FAE: I'm still very sexy, thank you very much. VIOLET: You're about as sexy as a wet cardboard box, Mattie Fae, you and me both. Don't kid yourself.

You lack freedom, so you fantasize about it.

BARBARA: Lot of fish in the sea. Surely you can rule out the one single man in the world you're related to. IVY: I happen to love the man I'm related— BARBARA: Fuck love, what a crock of shit. People can convince themselves they love a painted rock.

Your brain has a difficult time distinguishing between what you see with your eyes and what you visualize in your mind.

Would you ever have thought I might choose a lie for the sake of my own happiness? The Whisperer's version of happiness is an illusion -- it doesn't take away your fears, it only lies about them, makes you temporarily believe you don't have them. And I know it's a lie, but what a powerful one! Maybe I'm not who I always thought myself to be. Maybe I'm the sort of person who will do anything to hear what I want to believe...

spiritual awakening through which they would see that all their cherished patriotic ideals were no more than a deadly tissue of dreams.

what is the nature of reality?

REAL BUT NOT TRUE

Gegyen told us that the sound of the bell was the sounds of emptiness and represented feminine wisdom. Leaning back and squinting so that his eyes practically disappeared, he said, "All that appears as solid is merely appearing and has no essential nature. What we think of as real is like the places and people we see in dreams." Then he laughed, grinning toothlessly, and looked at us nodding, "Ok, let's do that again.

the devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for ...

the dragon in the shadows whispered, and then he seemed to melt away, and when Six-Claws blinked, there was no one there at all.

He was born on March 24, 1874, in Budapest, Hungary. His real name was Ehrich Weiss. But during his lifetime, Harry always said his birthday was April 6, because that is what his mother told him.

But the real book doesn't look anything like that,

When he was done, it looked more like an octopus trying to eat Clay's brain than a blindfold.

Her mouth was smeared with lipstick and her throat swung bagged and cross-hatched from a wrinkled knob of chin flanked by rouged jowls loosely depending from lumpy cheekbones. Powerful gusts of stale scent emanated from the crannies of her person; the little dog was curled in her lap like a hairy tumor.

It all gave a pleasant illusion of eternity, this quiet sailing under a perfect sky towards a horizon perpetually five miles ahead, never nearer.

Even the smallest measure of time is greater than the greatest measure of space. Or is that a lie? Does it only seem so to us, because we can never get it back?

Ye that are slaves of the self and toil in its service from morn until night, ye that live in constant fear of birth, old age, sickness, and death, receive the good tidings that your cruel master exists not. Self is an error, an illusion, a dream. Open your eyes and awaken. See things as they are and ye will be comforted. He who is awake will no longer be afraid of nightmares. He who has recognized the nature of the rope that seemed to be a serpent will cease to tremble.

perfection is an earthly illusion and is used as an excuse not to complete workplace or kingdom-purpose projects. For many, it's the fear of failure in disguise.

When the situation seems to be exactly what it appears to be, the closest likely alternative is that the situation has been completely faked; when fakery seems extremely evident, the next most probable possibility is that nothing fake is present.—Erving Goffman, Strategic Interaction

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