Quotes About Illusion

All that shiny love stuff doesn't seem relevant anymore. That's for other younger, thinner, happier people, and besides which, it's not actually possible for a dried apricot to shine.)

None of this seems real," said Alice. "I'm like Alice in Wonderland. Remember how much I hated that book? Because nothing made sense. You didn't like it either. We liked things to make sense.

It was strange how he'd always made her feel like they were winning as a couple, even when they were breaking up.

It was strange how something could appear so attractive and then, the very moment you committed to it, become wildly unattractive.

Nathan was pretending to be Ed. He was pretending to be a good man, and everyone was falling for it. "Sure

This is myself. You've always had some idea of me that doesn't exist.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums. People always obediently smiled and tilted their heads when a camera was put in front of them. Perhaps seconds after the shutter clicked [they] sprang apart, avoiding each others' eyes, their smiles replaced by snarls.

Maybe she does think her life is a friggin' fairytale, like her friend Claire had said once when they were both very drunk. 'Sophie, your problem is that you think life is a friggin' fairytale. You're so friggin' optimistic you don't just see the glass as half-full, you see it as full, of, of…pink champagne! And the thing is, the glass isn't full, Sophie! It's half empty!

When the match is over it's like waking up from a beautiful dream.

Oh for Christ's sake, now she is crying over some imaginary cheerful lady.

You can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely.

She'd never really existed to him. She was of no consequence in his life. He was married to a beautiful woman. Jane was pornography. Jane was the adult movie that didn't appear on his hotel bill. Jane was Internet porn, where every fetish can be fulfilled. You have a fetish for humiliating fat girls? Enter your credit card number and click right here.

Hope I dont look weak cuz when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth.

It's that moment about two months in, when you think you've finally got a handle on the place. Suddenly it feels within your grasp. It's a delusion – you've only been there eight weeks – and it's followed by the complete despair of ever understanding anything. But at the moment the place feels entirely yours. It's the briefest, purest euphoria.

The story you think you know is never the real one.

Eliot poem, about the vision and the reality.' '"Between the idea and the reality/Between the motion and the act/Falls the Shadow,

Despite everything, I believed somehow there was time. Love's first mistake. Perhaps love's only mistake.

Was it possible in any relationship to not disappoint, to do anything more than only briefly rekindle the initial fatal illusion?

And if we took away Brian's salary at Schwab and your dad's little allowance, how much money would you have working part-time at that non-profit? Would you be able to afford Bermuda or your two-bedroom in SoHo? Are you more of an adult because two men are giving you the illusion of self-sufficiency?

But she was aware that the story you think you know is never the real one. She

It's that moment about two months in, when you think you've finally got a handle on the place. Suddenly it feels within your grasp. It's a delusion—you've only been there eight weeks—and it's followed by the complete despair of ever understanding anything. But at that moment the place feels entirely yours. It's the briefest, purest euphoria.

moment about two months in, when you think you've finally got a handle on the place. Suddenly it feels within your grasp. It's a delusion—you've only been there eight weeks—and it's followed by the complete despair of ever understanding anything. But at that moment the place feels entirely yours. It's the briefest, purest euphoria.

I always think of that Eliot poem, about the vision and the reality.' '"Between the idea and the reality/Between the motion and the act/Falls the Shadow,

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.