Quotes About Illusion

Fear is not love, but it can appear much the same.

The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don't deserve and could never deserve. Marks are stupid and pathetic and sad. Marks think they're going to go home one night and have the girl they've loved since they were a kid suddenly love them back. Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

He had green eyes so clear and bright that they made you think of poisonous drinks or maybe mouthwash.

When we fall that first time, we're not really in love with the girl. We're in love with being in love. We've got no idea what she's really about—or what she's capable of. We're in love with our idea of her and of who we become around her. We're idiots.

they seemed like talismans that might actually keep the monsters at bay. Until she realized that she was one of the monsters.

It turns out birds can't really buy pizza, even if they're enchanted.

When I met Eldred, he rode up on a milk-white steed, and all the imaginings of my life were as dust and ashes.

Remember when . . . ? Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.

None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.

I made you believe that you were what I wanted you to become.

Fine, fine, everyone's fine," said the vampire, a mad gleam in his red eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as Bela Lugosi did in black-and-white films. "Fine as scattered pieces of sand." She wondered how much effort it had taken him to talk to her the way he had—to, what was it he'd said? Keeping my thoughts clearly ordered—and how crazy he was going to be now, as a result of that strain.

In this hair, and with this dress, I look pretty. The kind of pretty that allows monsters to deceive people into forests, into dances where they will find their doom.

Charmers are charming, but that's all they are.

You could take the job," Balthazar said. "You want to quit the game for good? Go out in style. Come on, Charlatan, you could steal breath from a body, hate from a heart, the moon from the sky." "Flattery is so unlike you.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, SONNET CXLVII

Do not fall under Prince Oak's spell,' he warns as the knight climbs up the rocks to us. 'He's not what he seems.

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You're awful.' He said it as though he was delighted. 'And the worst part is that you believe otherwise.

That was the problem with monsters. Sometimes they looked like everybody else.

Mortal lives are one long game of make-believe.

I can see why humans succumb to the beautiful nightmare of the Court, why they willingly drown in it.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties.

These clothes are a costume for me. I am playing dress-up in ignorance