Quotes About Illusion

Not all things that cast man shadows were men.

Wisdom does not lie in accepting what the illusion shows us. It lies in trying to change the illusion in favor of what is real. You have already cast your shadow wide and done what many said could not be.

If the people we think we see are but shadows of the world illusion, what matter what we tell them? It becomes not a matter of truth and lies, but a question of whether either matters. The choice of what to do is mine.

love makes people delusional, Jason! You aren't seeing me anymore. Your delusions are causing you to see some illusion of me that is far, far better than I could ever actually be.

My father always said that false love is an attempt to force another person to be subjugated to your own illusion, to make that person nothing but a part of you that you can direct and control. But real love means the other person's illusion is more important than yours. You put them first. Like you put me first.

Remember this—your outward behavior is the truth, whereas your inner perception of your behavior is often an illusion.

Imperialism creates the illusion of wealth as far as the masses are concerned. It usually serves to hide the fact that the ruling classes are gobbling up the natural resources of the home territory in an improvident manner and are otherwise utilizing the national wealth largely for their own purposes. Eventually the general public is called upon to pay for all of this, frequently after the military machine can no longer maintain external aggression.

We look up at the stars and they are not there. We see the memory of when they were, once upon a time. And that too is more than enough.

At one point during the war, the Germans built fake airfields out of wood to draw British bombers away from their real targets and to fool the allies into thinking they were strategically more powerful than they actually were. However, the British weren't fooled - and took the mickey out of the Germans by dropping wooden bombs on the decoys!

We like to praise birds for flying. But how much of it is actually flying, and how much of it is just sort of coasting from the previous flap?

Anyone who expects fairness in this life is seriously misinformed.

Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.

When we are lost in delusion, it's hard to see even the most obvious truths.

For instance, the near enemy of love is attachment. It masquerades as love, it feels like love, but it is essentially different.

We are taught in this culture that if we can grasp enough pleasurable experiences quickly, one after another, our life will be happy. By following a good game of tennis with a delicious dinner, a fine movie, then wonderful sex and sleep, a good morning jog, a fine hour of meditation, an excellent breakfast, and off to an exciting morning of work, over and over, our happiness will last. Our driven society is masterful at perpetuating this ruse. But will this satisfy the heart?

the best con men were the ones you'd embrace and then buy dinner and toast their good health even when they were stealing you blind.

All magic means is a line between knowledge and ignorance,

You wander around near Independence Park and the Hall of the People, and you get a sense that they will be there forever. But forever is a long time. The people who lived in Washington before the waters came probably thought that about their city. But it's all temporary, baby. Perpetuity is an illusion.

But the reality is that sometimes a good lie may be what we really need. Provided we can make it sound like truth.

The power of television has nothing to do with its quality.

Hurrying on, Barbee nodded to the workman as casually as he could. His skin felt goose-pimpled under the thin red robe, and he couldn't help shivering to a colder chill than he felt in the frosty air. For the quiet city, it seemed to him, was only a veil of painted illusion. Its air of sleepy peace concealed brooding horror, too frightful for sane minds to dwell upon. Even the cheery bricklayer with the lunch pail might - just might - be the monstrous Child of Night.

Sure, we sparkled and glittered and flew through the world, but it was only an illusion of flight. We were trapped in the orbit of a man who was no longer truly there.

Conocemos únicamente el producto final de nuestro procesamiento cerebral pero lo confundimos con la Realidad en sí.