#illusion

The idea that seeing life means going from place to place and doing a great variety of obvious things is an illusion natural to dull minds. ↗

— Charles Horton Cooley

#dull #going #great #idea #illusion

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] ↗

— Kresley Cole

#reality #age

The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to read minds and palms and leaves. How to disappear and reappear. "How to saw people in half?" "That too." "Nice. ↗

— Catherine Fisher

#keiro #magic #sapphique #the-dark-enchanter #art

The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#illusions #courage

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#death

We all suffer from dreams ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#false-hope #illusions #suffering #death

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. ↗

— Jens Peter Jacobsen

#life #reality #beauty

You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#dream #illusion #teddy #death

That was why, later on, he began to lose interest in photography: first when colour took over, then when it became plain that the old magic of light-sensitive emulsions was waning, that to the rising generation the enchantment lay in a techne of images without substance, images that could flash through the ether without residing anywhere, that could be sucked into a machine and emerge from it doctored, untrue. He gave up recording the world in photographs then, and transferred his energies to saving the past. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#illusion #photography #age

Your goodness must have some edge to it -- else it is none. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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