Quotes About Illusion

You may as well expect pears from an elm.

The mists remain of the false glory that erupts from history.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Ay, Orfeo, Orfeo, esto de dormir solo, solo, solo, de dormir un solo sueño! El sueño de uno solo es la ilusión, la apariencia; el sueño de dos es ya la verdad, la realidad. ¿Qué es el mundo real sino el sueño que soñamos todos, el sueño común?

Mira, eso del amor es una cosa de libros, algo que se ha inventado no más que para hablar y escribir de ello. Tonterías de poetas

Muchas veces se me ha ocurrido pensar, Orfeo, que yo no soy, e iba por la calle antojándoseme que los demás no me veían. Y otras veces he fantaseado que no me veían como me veía yo, y que mientras yo me creía ir formalmente, con toda compostura, estaba, sin saberlo, haciendo el payaso, y los demás riéndose y burlándose de mí.

El sueño de uno solo es la ilusión, la apariencia; el sueño de dos es ya la verdad, la realidad. ¿Qué es el mundo real sino el sueño que soñamos todos, el sueño común?»

Take care, your worship, those things over there are not giants but windmills.

And once again I believe that nothing that's important really becomes lost. We just delude ourselves, thinking that we own the things, the moments and the others. Still with me are all the dead persons who I loved, all the friends who turned away, all the happy days that faded. I lost nothing but the illusion that everything could be mine forever.

Nada é eterno nem adquirido, tudo é fugaz e passageiro. A ilusão - seja a de felicidade ou a de tristeza - é acreditar num horizonte fechado, ao alcance da vista, que ignora ou finge ignorar os horizontes sucessivos que estão para além do imediato.

E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros. Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram. Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre.

Gafita e o fudula si se crede frumusetea lumii, pentru ca barbatu-sau o poarta gatita. Frumoasa i s-a fi parand lui dar nu este.

But symbols can be deceptive: they have a tendency to distract from the reality they are supposed to represent.

What matters is not what he has now, but what he might obtain if he does as others want him to do. Caught in the treadmill of social controls, that person keeps reaching for a prize that always dissolves in his hands.

A woman will always accept such talk, however false she knows it to be. The older and uglier she is the more readily will she do so, because she desires to believe it

proof of Leibniz's theory of Pre-established Harmony: that neither atoms nor human beings really affect each other; they just look as if they do.

When a book is read an irrevocable thing happens — a murder, followed by an imposture. The story in the mind murders the story on the page, and takes its place.

Time and space is where we chase things we pretend we don't have.

Reality is not what your eyes show your mind, but what your mind creates for your eyes to see. You're not limited by logic, the

Dot 1: Time and space (and therefore matter) are illusionary.

Reality is not what your eyes show your mind, but what your mind creates for your eyes to see.

wouldn't a loving gather, I reasoned, have more compassion than to seek revenge on His comparatively feeble children who are temporarily blinded by the illusions of time and space?

Even as you peer at the world through your eyes, not from your eyes, your essence transcends the illusions.

It's one kind of victory to slay a beast, move a mountain, and cross a chasm, but it's another kind altogether to realize that the beast, the mountain, and the chasm were of your own design!