Quotes About Illusion

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns...

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here;

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.

And nothing is, but what is not.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.

Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.