Quotes About Illusion

All too often, even the most glamorous rebels are just as unappealing, under the surface, as the imperialist tyrants themselves.

They create desolation and call it peace' is

Get thee glass eyes And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.

The truth that survives is simply the lie that is pleasantest to believe.

Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

I can't fall in love with anyone, I make men believe what they want to believe.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

The pleasures of the world are deceitful; they promise more than they give. They trouble us in seeking them, they do not satisfy us when possessing them and they make us despair in losing them.

The average man does not get pleasure out of an idea because he thinks it is true; he thinks it is true because he gets pleasure out of it.

No age seemed the age of romance to itself.

Writers of novels and romance in general bring a double loss to their readers; robbing them of their time and money; representing men, manners, and things, that never have been, or are likely to be.

Love is the closest thing we have to magic

Boys are like hillucinations, they aren't there, and they never really were.

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Man knows the Illusion of his Life and not the Absolute Truth, the man creates the birth of the universes he has once known, but of the Illusory universes and not of those who form or are a part of the Print of our God who is the Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one.

Only then man will raise his eyes to the sun that caressed with its rays so many millennia of frustration and anguish, of absurd and uncertainty, of lack of power and suffering. He will hail the sun and the stars and everything that surrounds him knowing they are all vanity of vanities. Vanity of vanities that will give man a meaning! This vanity of vanities will tell the man that he truly dreams his own Illusion of Life, that he finally found the meaning!

Then who are we, the blind ones and the blind folded, that do not know if we are on the side of the edge or not, but yet we run full of hope believing that we can finally embrace the infinite that runs away from us just like the horizon line that we would like to embrace with our arms full of vain hopes?

Precisely this vanity of vanities which is the mans dream, the Illusion of his Life is the one that finally gives the man the Self Freedom because of the fact that he can be compared to any star, to anything there is in this universe, eve to Universe itself, because they are all born and die, they will al be dust and afterwards Void and Being and other elements, they are all a great vanity, not just the Illusion of Life which man lives on this Earth.

The Absolute Truth of Knowledge is precisely non-Knowledge. If this Mirror called Knowledge remains in the phase where nothing is reflected in it, then it does not have a Self anymore, it does not have any element, is as empty and sterile as if it were not. Thus the Mirror is non-Knowledge more than it is Knowledge and becomes Knowledge only when other Prints of the Matrix Words reflect in it.

And I told myself I was in a trap from which I wanted to escape! To escape where, do you, Man know where you want to go to break from tis inferno of your own existence? No, I do not know because I am blind and my Knowledge is in face an Illusion of Life wrapped in non- Knowledge, which is the Absolute Truth as unknown to me as the non-Knowledge.

The bonds that unite another person to ourselves exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we would fain be cheated and with which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we cheat other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself; when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.