Quotes About Illusion

Look at them. They're pretending, they behave as though they still have some control over their lives and make momentous decisions about which vegetable to cook first.

The worst derangement of the spirit is to believe things because we want them to be so, not because we have seen them for what they are.

To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.

It is true that we still talk about "happiness" or "liberty" or "justice," but people no longer have any idea of the content of the phrases, nor of the conditions they require, and these empty phrases are only used in order to take measures which have no relation to these illusions.

The two things cannot be separated. Truth must incarnate itself in reality; reality is empty without truth. If truth is the unfolding of meaning, this is the meaning of what we see to be real and not of an illusion or dream or phantom. This is how it is with us.

Economic life, not in its content but in its direction, will henceforth entirely elude popular control. No democracy is possible in the face of a perfected economic technique. the decisions of the voters, and even of the elected, are oversimplified, incoherent, and technically inadmissible. It is a grave illusion to believe that democratic control or decision-making can be reconciled with economic technique.

If a man who thinks he is a king is mad, a king who thinks he is a king is no less so.

Does art imitate what it represents? In offering the imitation of an object, artists make something different out of that object. Thus they only pretend to imitate.

The madman is not only a beggar who thinks he is a king, but also a king who thinks he is a king.

Le malheur avait mis les habits du mensonge Ils étaient d'un beau rouge couleur du sang du cœur Mais son cœur à lui était gris Penché sur la margelle il me chantait l'amour Sa voix grinçait comme la poulie Et moi dans mon costume de vérité je me taisais et je riais et je dansais au fond du puits Et sur l'eau qui riait aussi la lune brillait contre le malheur la lune se moquait de lui.

Searching for truth is itself a big illusion because whatever we term the truth is always and everywhere. We don't have to search for it; we don't have to seek it; it always is. Now the only problem is your inability to experience life beyond what you call mind; or right now your capability to experience life only through the limited dimension that we call mind. That is the only problem.

Pero Tito, ¿qué esperabas? -respingó mi tío- ¿qué se casaran y tuvieran muchos hijitos? Es una historia de horror, de eso se trata. Los finales felices son un invento del cine, están pensados para que los espectadores coman más palomitas .

ahorita me siento julieta aquí en el piso doce y tu mirándome desde el malecón infecto lleno de ratas, ay qué emoción, no cualquier día la hacen sentirse a una como julieta...

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." —Verbal Kint The Usual Suspects

When people say you're charming you're in deep trouble.

Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamp-light. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.

I wrote home to say how lovely everything was, and I used flourishing words and phrases, as if I were living life in a greeting card - the kind that has a satin ribbon on it, and quilted hearts and roses, and is expected to be so precious to the person receiving it that the manufacturer has placed a leaf of plastic on the front to protect it.

Why is a picture of something real eventually more exciting than the thing itself?

The space between the idea of something and its reality is always wide and deep and dark. The longer they are kept apart—idea of thing, reality of thing—the wider the width, the deeper the depth, the thicker and darker the darkness.

So is a murder rose until you decide to hold the blossom in your hand and sniff it. Perfectly inviting and even charming until the poisons burn your skull open." "By the gods, man, where do you hear about these things?

Krohan but from that distance he sounded almost

Sin so bewitches the soul that it makes the soul call evil good and good evil; bitter sweet and sweet bitter, light darkness and darkness light.

And because they were always there, and always seemed to be on his side, they could always keep him sufficiently deceived to come back for more than anyone in his right senses would come back for.

When grief and shock surpass endurance there occur phases of exhaustion, of anesthesia in which relatively little is left and one has the illusion of recognizing, and understanding, a good deal.