illusion

Things aren't like this," he kept repeating. "It shouldn't be this way." As if he had access to some other plane of existence, some parallel, "right" universe, and had sensed that our time had somehow been put out of joint. Such was his vehemence that I found myself believing him, believing, for example, in the possibility of that other life in which Vina had never left and we were making our lives together, all three of us, ascending together to the stars. Then he shook his head, and the spell broke. He opened his eyes, grinning ruefully. As if he knew his thoughts had infected mine. As if he knew his power. "Better get on with it," he said. "Make do with what there is.

The first stage of ignorance is illusion, due to lack of exposure to reality. The second stage of ignorance is delusion, or the refusal to acknowledge reality. The third stage of ignorance is the rejection of altruism.

The illusion is reality. The only contradiction is the observer.

And it all came to pass, all that she had hoped, but it did not fill her with rapture nor carry her away with the power or the fervor she had expected. She had imagined it all different, and had imagined herself different, too. In dreams and poems everything had been, as it were, beyond the sea; the haze of distance had mysteriously veiled all the restless mass of details and had thrown out the large lines in bold relief, while the silence of distance had lent its spirit of enchantment. It had been easy then to feel the beauty; but now that she was in the midst of it all, when every little feature stood out and spoke boldly with the manifold voices of reality, and beauty was shattered as light in a prism, she could not gather the rays together again, could not put the picture back beyond the sea. Despondently she was obliged to admit to herself that she felt poor, surrounded by riches that she could not make her own.

If it looks real and feels real, do you think it matters if it's real?

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

Because an illusion is an illusion. Reality always exists despite the facade.

Illusion is Reality's coy lover who cheers him when he is grim. Illusion is cunning to his wisdom of ages, weet oblivion to his knowledge. A bounty to his lack. [Sabine]

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that todayis tomorrow's nostalgia.

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.

Its funny when people recently change their attitude to gain entrance into your heart, which may only ignite your passion to close the door.

I do not believe it possible for one to genuinely love Truth more than people (or vice versa). One might fall into the snare of loving the search more than people, or the pride of having exposed something or someone, but not the truth itself. For if you love Truth you love people; because to love people at all and without illusion, you must also love the truth about them.

A person must never live a lie. We free ourselves to live a full life by discovering the courage to face our illusions and live a true life.

Courage?" I gave a very soft laugh. "I find courage is just another of life's illusions. In the end, we all do what we must.

Courage, Love, Illusion (or dream, if you will) -- he who possesses all three, or two, or at least one of these things wins whatever there is to win; those who lack all three are the failures.

What is the truth?_ he asked. __e place faith in ourselves,_ replied Altaïr (...) __e see the world as it really is, and hope that one day all mankind might see the same.___hat is the world, then?___n illusion,_ replied Altaïr. __ne we can either submit to _ as most do _ or transcend.___nd what is it to transcend?_'To recognize that laws arise not from divinity, but reason. I understand now that our Creed does not command us to be free._ And suddenly he really did understand. __t commands us to be wise

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken._

You are not who you think.You're not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.