#illu

Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. ↗

— Roger Waters

#illusion #lyrics #music #pink-floyd #song-lyrics

Passing into practical life, illustrations of this fact are found everywhere; the distant, or the unseen, steadies and strengthens us against the rapid whirl of things around us. ↗

— Matthew Simpson

#around #distant #everywhere #fact #found

The room was full of magical objects, animals, photographs, paintings, strange looking plants and many flying books. I only found this room a few days ago and it seems that it keeps changing every time I come. ↗

— Magda M. Olchawska

#children-books #fairies #illustrated-books #kids #kids-books

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

— Guy de Maupassant

#death

War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are not. Without the distractions that make life worth living. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#distractions #illusions #life #war #death

It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, Was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I just desperate? ↗

— Nora Ephron

#illusion #love #relationships #true-love #wisdom

Take sleep mark death. ↗

— Glen L. Richards

#illu #jamaican #proverb #death

Could there ever be a wise man without the wisdom or life or without the death of illusion? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#illusion #life #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