Quotes About Illusion

Immortality is here and now, and is not a speculative something beyond the grave. It is a lucid state of consciousness in which the sensations of the body, the varying and unrestful states of mind, and the circumstances and events of life are seen to be of a fleeting and therefore of an illusory character.

Life is a very sad piece of buffoonery, because we have… the need to fool ourselves continuously by the spontaneous creation of a reality (one for each and never the same for everyone) which, from time to time, reveals itself to be vain and illusory.

Six Characters in Search of an Author.

You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be, like the reality of yesterday, an illusion tomorrow.

The capacity for deluding ourselves that today's reality is the only true one, on the one hand, sustains us, but on the other, it plunges us into an endless void, because today's reality is destined to prove delusion for us tomorrow; and life doesn't conclude. It can't conclude. Tomorrow if it concludes, it's finished.

I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking...

You see, Satan is not a monster. We don't see him when he comes because he has disguised himself in beauty. The devil is, after all, an angel of light. The Morning Star. Do not allow yourself to be seduced by the beautiful side of evil.

No one in this dogfight has any illusions: it is all instinct and training. They move like machines. But they never lose their own sense of style. Their own dance moves. They speak the same aerial language.

Of course, fantasy and reality are equally personal, and equally felt, so their confusion is a matter of only relative importance.

La memoria es invadida constantemente por la imaginación y el ensueño, y puesto que existe la tentación de creer en la realidad de lo imaginario, acabamos por hacer una verdad de nuestra mentira.

The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie

happiness manifests itself both personally and collectively as an elusive and deceiving ghost that refuses to let anyone catch it.

Excessive symmetry is either unnatural and conceals some human thought behind it, or else supernatural and conceals some mystery.

Cuanto mejor era ser espectador de la gran farsa de la vida humana que desempeñar en ella un papel de actor, aunque fuera secundario! ¡Cuánto mejor ser libre que esclavo de un gran empeño que, como todos los grandes empeños, tarde o temprano acabaría por mostrar su condición ilusoria y estéril!

Carezco de un repertorio de conocimientos sólidos sobre algo concreto, no domino un arte o una técnica, y aunque a veces puede parecer que sé mucho o que al menos hablo como experto, en el fondo todo son vaguedades, palabrería, filfa y apariencia, con algunos relumbrones que crean la ilusión de un vasto saber apenas entrevisto.

God is not disillusioned with us. He never had any illusions to begin with.

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

Love of my life. Love. Of. My. Life. A retrospectively absurd concept since the most I can say is that he was the love of a particular period of my life, and that it is the random vagaries of life itself, and never love, that define time limits. Meaning, to be in love and wish for its immortality is energy unwisely spent. The idea that we have any choice in the matter is the great illusion.

The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

I am born anew at each green fall of the die, and by die-ing I eliminate my since. The past - paste, pus, piss - is all only illusory events created by a stone mask to justify an illusory stagnant present.

Give up all hope, all illusion, all desire..I've tried. I've tried and still I desire, I still desire not to desire and hope to be without hope and have the illusion I can be without illusions..Give up, I say. Give up everything, including the desire to be saved.

He who awakens is conscious in Dreamland.

Where there's black, even grey looks white.