Quotes About Illusion

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.

We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.

He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.

I have a strange illusion quite often. I think I've become deaf. I have to make a little noise to prove I'm not. I clear my throat to show myself that everything is normal. It's like the little Japanese girl they found in the ruins of Hiroshima. Everything dead; and she was singing to her doll.

People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness. The black and the black and the black.

It was too exactly as imagined to be true. But I felt as gladly and expectantly disorientated, as happily and alertly alone, as Alice in Wonderland.

In a vivid insight, a flash of black lightning, he saw that all life was parallel: that evolution was not vertical, ascending to a perfection, but horizontal. Time was a great fallacy; existence was without history, was always now, was always this being caught in the same fiendish machine. All those painted screens erected by man to shut out reality - history, religion, duty, social position, all were illusions, mere opium fantasies. - The French Lieutenant's Woman

Ideeea ca ne plac oamenii este o iluzie pe care trebuie s-o pastram in noi daca vrem sa traim in societate. Dar eu am expulzat-o de mult, cel putin cat traiesc aici. Tu vrei sa fii iubit? Eu ma multumesc pur si simplu sa fiu, sa exist. Poate intr-o zi ai sa inteegi si tu ce inseamana asta. Si ai sa zambesti. Un zambet aprobator, un zambet sarcastic.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society. It

And I'll tell you what a modern satyr is. He's someone who invents a woman on paper so that he can force her to say and do things no real woman in her right mind ever would.

Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it, I still think I can escape.

I have hope. But it's all an illusion.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish if we are to live in society. It is one I have long ago banished from my life. You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be.

Yo tomo en mis manos mi Yo de antes y veo claramente que es tonto. Un juguete con el cual me he distraído demasiado tiempo. Esto es un poco triste, o, mejor dicho, muy triste.

Tenho, com frequência, uma estranha ilusão: julgo que me tomei surda. Cuido então de fazer um ruído para saber que não é verdade. Tenho de tossir, por exemplo, para verificar que ouço normalmente. É como a mocinha japonesa que encontraram nas ruínas de Hiroshima. Estava tudo morto, e ela cantava para a sua boneca.

Nothing is real. All is fiction. Somewhere there's someone writing us, we're not real. He or she decides who we are, what we do, all about us.

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Belief in the liberating power of knowledge has become the ruling illusion of modern humankind. Most want to believe that some kind of explanation or understanding will deliver them from their conflicts. Yet being divided from yourself goes with being self-aware. This is the truth in the Genesis myth: the Fall is not an event at the beginning of history but the intrinsic condition of self-conscious beings.

The I is a thing of the moment, and yet our lives are ruled by it. We cannot rid ourselves of this non-existent thing.

Nothing is real unless we look at it, and it ceases to be real as soon as we stop looking.

People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. Einstein

everything is carefully designed to make people crave the food that looks far more delicious on the walls than on the tables.

The fifth member of the team preferred to work at home. Ahmed was the hacker, the forger, the creator of all illusions, but he didn't have the nerve to carry guns and such. He worked from his basement in Buffalo and had never been caught or arrested. He left no trails. His 5 percent would come off the top. The other four would take the rest in equal