Quotes About Illusion

We have these earthly bodies. We don't know what they want. Half the time, we pretend they are under our mental thumb, but that is the illusion of the healthy and the protected. Of sedate lovers. For the body has emotions it conceives and carries through without concern for anyone or anything else. Love is one of those, I guess. Going back to something very old knit into the brain as we were growing. Hopeless. Scorching. Ordinary.

The only time I see the truth is when I cross my eyes.

It's a shame that creativity and sloth look exactly the same.

What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity.

But sometimes that comfort was an illusion. Masquerading as protecting, while actually imprisoning.

A mind with absolutely no insight into itself, a mind filled with purpose and delusion.

she knew the real threat to her happiness came not from the dot in the distance, but from looking for it. Expecting it. Waiting for it. And in some cases, creating it.

Below that was the thrum of bumblebees climbing in and over and around the peonies. Getting lost. Bumbling around. It looked comical, ridiculous. But then so much did, unless you knew.

This was the worst story yet. The phantom life that might have been.

Unlike most of us, who tend to be transparent, people rarely see through a psychopath," she continued. "He's masterful. People trust and believe him. Even like him. It's his great skill. Convincing people that his point of view is legitimate and right, often when all the evidence points in the other direction. Like Iago. It's a kind of magic.

She's a triumph of image over reality. I'm not even sure if she knows what reality is anymore, she's so busy creating this image of herself.

People believe what they want to believe," said Reine-Marie. "It's just human nature.

No one was who they seemed. Everyone was more.

Things were not as they seemed. The known world was shifting, reforming. Everything he'd taken as a given, a fact, as real and unquestioned, had fallen away. But

near enemy. It's a psychological concept. Two emotions that look the same but are actually opposites. The one parades as the other, is mistaken for the other, but one is healthy and the other's sick, twisted.

He was like Pinocchio. A man made of wood, mimicking humanity. Shiny and smiling and fake. And if you cut into him you'd see rings. Circles of deceit and scheming and justification. It's what he was made of. That hadn't changed.

Gamache again marveled at the people who chose to live in this area. Was Margaret Atwood a garbage collector perhaps? Or maybe Prime Minister Mulroney had picked up a second career delivering the mai. No one was who they seemed. Everone was more.

People believe what they want to believe. Beginning with their own lies." "Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

This was a walled world. With a pretense of control, without the reality of it.

cobrador costume. A costume that

Attachment masquerades as Love,

Often what seemed obvious was not a fact, or even the truth.

You can put perfume on a pig, but it still stinks!

It is because the cosmos is meaningless that we must secure our individual illusions of values, direction, and interest by upholding the artificial streams which give us such worlds of salutary illusion. That is -- since nothing means anything in itself, we must preserve the proximate and arbitrary background which makes things around us seem as if they did mean something.