Quotes About Illusion

The cynics are correct the sense of freewill is only that feeling which we have when we take the necessitated option that most appeals to us.

If the seventies were bulbous, and the eighties sharp, the nineties were nothing but bogus.

Zo vreemd, zegt ze, dat wij hier nu samen zijn, onbegrijpelijk. Ik denk dikwijls dat er eigenlijk niet veel verschil is tussen leven en dromen. Het verschil is maar schijnbaar, doordat we, als we wakker zijn, alles veel te bevooroordeeld bekijken om te zien dat het leven ook een droom is.

I saw bundles of dead raggedy reeds hanging down from the broken ceilings that had depicted heaven. I looked deep into the house's diseased and dying maw. It was like it had been putting on an act the whole time and was only now showing itself as it, in reality, had always been: a hollow, drafty cavern, rancid and rotting at its core.

The material world, as conceived by materialists, however, is continually confused with reality as such.

Psychologist Daniel M. Wegner has gone so far as to argue that conscious will is an illusion—that despite appearances, what causes my finger to rise is not my consciously willing that it rise but something else.

It's human nature to find patterns where there are none and to find skill where luck is a more likely explanation.

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

He who doubts from what he seesWill ne'er believe, do what you please.If the sun and moon should doubtThey'd immediately go out.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

We're not ready for it - for people our age to die. We think we're safe for a while, but it's a dream. No one's safe.

Reality is what we are ignorant of.

What we are watching now as though it were real is shadows thrown on the back of the screen by lights and puppeteers behind it whose they are we." - Whose They Are We

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

Players and painted stage took all my love,And not those things that they were emblems of.

Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy kind delight.

O but we dreamed to mendWhatever mischief seemedTo afflict mankind, but nowThat winds of winter blowLearn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.

Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

Some to the fascination of a name, Surrender judgment hoodwinked.

Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.

His wit invites you by his looks to come,But when you knock it never is at home.

Eternity for bubbles proves at last a senseless bargain.

The trouble with wilderness is that it quietly expresses and reproduces the very values its devotees seek to reject. The flight from history that is very nearly the core of wilderness represents the false hope of an escape from responsibility, the illusion that we can somehow wipe clean the slate of our past.