Quotes About Illusion

The trouble with truth is that not only does truth stink; it usually does not exist.

You must take your opponent into a deep dark forest where 2+2=5, and the path leading out is only wide enough for one.

The magic of drama is infinitely more powerful than the magic of trickery. It is as available to the conjurer as it is to the actor. The only difference is that actors take it for granted, whereas few conjurers are even aware that it exists.

She would always believe that he was someone else, that he wasn't himself but some fanciful idea of a foreign person; she would always feel like she was someone special because she had condescended to be with someone everyone else hated.

She would always believe that he was someone else, that he wasn't himself but some fanciful idea of a foreign person; she would always feel like she was someone special because she had condescended to be with someone everyone else hated. His presence would prove to the world that she was a good person, an educated person, a liberal person.

The more she got to know this man, the more she realized that the man she'd loved as a girl was an idea she'd had of him - feelings without any verification.

And Mary preserve our mistresses from seeing us as we see ourselves.

Does your mirror Bedevil you?

do not be put off by the illusory nature of life. Use it. Everything in this life can be an advantage to the wise.

Our subjectivity is a mirrored, spiked casket. When will we see that all we have done is surround ourselves with our own illusions? Only when we realize our true nature does the casket disappear.

My father taught me how to substitute realities.

I know you're picturing gold candlesticks and infinity pools, but this place they made isn't decadent, no, it's rustic in the way only a rich person's place can be, with money flowing under it invisibly, so that they get to pretend they're just like the rest of us.

There was nothing in this world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

it wasn't pretend, I wasn't in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. It's the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.

Was all this real to her? Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl

They seem easy to write, but that's the illusion of all good advice. Common sense and truth should feel authorless, write by time itself.

She looked at me for a long time and then pulled an old envelope out of the trash and drew a pear on it. "This is how your body is shaped. See? Teeny tiny on top and not so tiny on the bottom." Then she explained the illusion created by wearing dark colors on the bottom and bright colors on top. When I see other women with this color combination I check to see if they're a pear too and they always are—two pears can't fool each other.

But I couldn't put a face to the feeling; it was a dissolving thought, like a dream that hurries away when you approach it.

Un lugar tan hermoso no puede existir en realidad. Era literatura, era ficción, y nosotros éramos los personajes de un poema.

Everything is interior and reality is only an illusory artifact.

No podías sembrar el sueño en el mundo, porque el propio mundo era un sueño.