Quotes About Illusion

Wow. Nice bike," I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Writing turns you into somebody who's always wrong. The illusion that you may get it right someday is the perversity that draws you on. What else could? As pathological phenomena go, it doesn't completely wreck your life.

A ses yeux, celui qui donnait des signes extérieurs de bonté était bon, celui qui donnait des signes extérieurs de loyauté était loyal. Celui qui donnait des signes extérieurs d'intelligence, intelligent. C'est ainsi qu'il n'avait jamais vu clair en sa fille, ni en sa femme, ni en sa seule et unique maîtresse – il était sans doute loin de voir clair en lui...

And he'd thought he was going to gorge himself. It was bursting time again. You great big infant. That you could still believe that it could go on forever. Maybe now you've got a better picture of what's up. Well, let it come. I know what's up. Let it come. Eat breakfast and go. This is amazing moment. It's over

but all that rose to the surface was more surface.

Chaque fois que je levais les yeux je voyais mon petit ami complètement gaga parce que j'étais une reine de beauté à la noix! T'étais un vrai gosse! Il a fallu que tu me transformes en princesse! Eh ben, regarde où ça m'a menée. A l'asile! Elle chez les dingues, ta princesse!

sostuvieron a base de falsas esperanzas y al final nos enviaron a la muerte por vía férrea.

Someone to whom the tangible and the immediate are repugnant, to whom only the illusion is fully real.

For those who prefer a fairy tale to life, a moral: "Reality," concludes the embittered professor who for reasons unbeknown to himself became a female breast, "has style.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Perhaps there is a God like firelight, but all we can see is the shadows that we cast ourselves when we walk in front of the fire. Then we see great leaping shadows and think that this is God, but really it is only our own image.

Twelfth night, of all the nights of the year, is one where shapes shift and identities flicker.

He shrugged. "Whatever does it mean? We write poems about it all day and sing songs about it all night but if there is such a thing in real life I'm damned if I know.

Tal vez hay un Dios que es como la luz del fuego, pero todo lo que podemos ver son las sombras que nosotros mismos proyectamos cuando caminamos frente al fuego. Entonces vemos grandes sombras moviéndose y creemos que son Dios, pero en realidad no son más que nuestras propias siluetas.

I have to retain the illusion of things happening, I have to make Henry feel more and more intensely loved, I have to give him the belief that things are getting better and better because he is a king and all his life everyone has told him that he shall have the very best. He has been promised cream and gold and honey, I cannot give him 'wait.' How am I to keep going? How am I to do it?

Open those beautiful eyes of yours and tell lies for us." ?

Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we are all Tudors now. A

We all know that art is not truth. Art is the lie that makes us realise the truth

Il n'est pas vrai que nous dominons la nature et tant que ce mythe persistera, il nous maintiendra dans une illusion mortelle.

It is the destiny of things real to destroy those that are artifice.

How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?

How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?

Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.