#illusion

I'm not under too much of an illusion of how smart or un-smart I am because filmmaking ultimately is about teamwork. ↗

— Guy Ritchie

#am #because #filmmaking #how #i

That's the beauty of it. Have you seen the contraptions these magicians build to accomplish the most mundane feats? They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, I am simply a bird in their midst. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#fish #illusions #magic #beauty

Beauty that pleases the eye is a frail, fleeting illusion. But that beauty capable of pleasing the heart can endure endlessly. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#attractiveness #beauty #enduring #illusion #richelle

You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past. ↗

— Richard Bach

#change

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

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

— Sorin Cerin

#illusion #life #death

We dream, we wake on a cold hillside, we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends. ↗

— Kim Stanley Robinson

#dreams #knowledge #learning #dreams

Yet 'Reality' is just whatever illusion we believe in ↗

— Fola

#dreams #illusion #inspirational #reality #dreams

Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#illusion #pain #tess-of-the-d-urbervilles #thomas-hardy #experience

In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when the moment came, our lives -- and time itself -- would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#youth #imagination