Quotes About Illusion

The illusion of confidence is far more important than actually possessing the feeling.

Time has wings it is flying but it has no shape, no colour, no dimension so it is invisible.

I'm a magician. I've learned to do some really cool tricks like levitating myself and melting forks.

Even though I'm proud by dad invented the rear-view mirror, we're not as close as we appear.

I held out my dad's magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared. "Cool," I said. "Sure you I can get it back?" "No," Bast said. "Now come on!

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying

I am a middle-aged opera queen in loafers that makes out I am a 16 year old death metal skater... It's all fake! My hair is fake, my body is fake and my teeth are kind of fake

Oh son, watch the illusory spectacle! All birth and death is projected by delusion, not existing in reality. I am beyond coming and going.

It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.

There is no birth, there is no death; there is no coming, there is no going; there is no same, there is no different; there is no permanent self, there is no annihilation. We only think there is.

There is no death of anyone, save in appearance, just as there is no birth of any, save only in seeming.

Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.

Matter and death are mortal illusions.

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

The mind will not believe in death, perhaps because, as far as the mind is concerned, death never happens.

The fear of death is the fear of the end of an illusion; so long as the illusion persists so long will the fear remain.

[We assume] that the self is an actual living thing, but it's not. It's a projection which our clever brains create in order to cheat ourselves from the reality of death.

It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.

We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.

When the camera starts to roll, there is something of death about it.

This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.

Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.