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Every person's life is fiction, an illusion written by God's fingers.

Everything exists as information in a field of infinite possibilities, and it is our Consciousness that renders the information and causes it to appear as the material world.

Everything we perceive to be solid and static is made up of almost entirely empty space.

Expectations paint illusions Experience paints a picture Optical Illusions manufacture confused expectations and experiences.

Facebook gives people an illusory sense of being LIKED.

Extraordinary magic first gets gasp and then applause, ordinary magic only gets applause.

Few coffee shops have books, fewer have good books, and even less will have one book that can change your whole life. Now, the question is: How many people can find that book? And, among those who do, how many will read it? Because, you see, life always provides opportunities, but not many can see them, when they're just there, waiting to be found, when they come our way, even if in the most unexpected place in the world. One has to be very sharp to recognize a window of opportunity in a wall of illusions. And the ability to redirect attention, demands that one can be capable as well of knowing his own limitations in the vast sea of energy and vibrations. Now, I could be talking about a book, a group or a person, as the axiom remains true to itself.

Fiction: a game of pretend.

Gatsby's self-willed metamorphosis from farm boy to prince is many ways identical to my father's. Like Gatsby, my father fueled this transformation with the "colossal vitality of his illusion". Unlike Gatsby he did this on a school teacher's salary.

General belief is “There is no real magic, only tricks” but a great magician compel people not to trust that belief and make them believe, after all "There does exist a real magic".

God is like an umbrella of illusion and belief, In rainy days we use him, in sunny days we forget him.

God is the greatest illusionist of all time. It happens in a moment and it fades in another, before your very eyes. Ultimately you lose consciousness of yourself

God is the ultimate ground of Being, and this ultimate ground of Being is YOU. For one who realizes their true nature as God, as Consciousness, life becomes a joy without end.

God, listen to the absurdity within us and raise us from the illusion!

God speaks to you all the time ~ Have you tuned in to the cosmic vibrations of love, harmony, peace, and truth? Unless you quieten that blabbering little mind of yours, you won’t be able to listen to the Divine music that plays on and on... Just for one heavenly second, shut your eyes, ears, and mind to the cacophonous noises of this physical, illusionary, temporary world. Exit all the drama. Just for that one heavenly second, stay quiet and simply listen. Listen to the ambrosial sound. It vibrates with joy. You can have more of this soulful peace in your life, if only you choose to align yourself with the Source of Love and Light. The more you stay attuned to "Home", the less you’d wander in-vain.

Good becomes perfect, but perfect is an illusion. And illusions are like all spells—temporary and soon broken. And when that happens, feelings change.

Goliath symbolizes the vanity and the illusions of this world. They disappear in a puff

Gore Vidal, for instance, once languidly told me that one should never miss a chance either to have sex or to appear on television. My efforts to live up to this maxim have mainly resulted in my passing many unglamorous hours on off-peak cable TV. It was actually Vidal's great foe William F. Buckley who launched my part-time television career, by inviting me on to Firing Line when I was still quite young, and giving me one of the American Right's less towering intellects as my foil. The response to the show made my day, and then my week. Yet almost every time I go to a TV studio, I feel faintly guilty. This is pre-eminently the 'soft' world of dream and illusion and 'perception': it has only a surrogate relationship to the 'hard' world of printed words and written-down concepts to which I've tried to dedicate my life, and that surrogate relationship, while it, too, may be 'verbal,' consists of being glib rather than fluent, fast rather than quick, sharp rather than pointed. It means reveling in the fact that I have a meretricious, want-it-both-ways side. My only excuse is to say that at least I do not pretend that this is not so.

Everything in the world is vitrag (free from attachment), but one ‘himself’ has become attached through attachment-abhorrence (raag-dwesh), and then he says, ‘I am possessed by maya (illusionary vision), maya is not leaving me’.

Familiarity can provide the misguided illusion of understanding. Assume nothing.

Fame is the illusion that one person has more value than another.

Fantasy and drama appeal to us. They are socially acceptable and make you feel good about yourself. Moreover, you get rewarded for being cleverly ignorant.

Fear doesn't let you fail, it releases you from illusion!

Fear has no place in the lives of those who choose to be victorious.

Feelings of superiority always stem from an illusion.

First, create your ego. Then destroy it. This is all of life.

Fog is more dangerous than dark, as it gives the illusion of seeing.

Follow the dreams that your heart visualizes, as what you actually see is just an illusion of temporary contentment.

*Forever* is an illusion that human beings promise each other when they are horny, or, trying to appear holy.

...for if a woman's body can attract the holy angels, how much more the unholy man.

For it was through books that she felt her life to be unjudged Look at all of the great mix-ups, messes, confinement, and double-dealings in Shakespeare, she thought.Identities disguised continually, in a combative dance of illusion and discovery.

For spiritual vision of our soul, we need to balance between quantitative illusions & qualitative reality of our life.

For the first time in his life, Mont Blanc for a moment looked to him what it was - a chaos of anarchic and purposeless forces - and he needed days of repose to see it clothe itself again with the illusions of his senses, the white purity of its snows, the splendor of its light, and the infinity of its heavenly peace. Nature was kind; Lake Geneva was beautiful beyond itself, and the Alps put on charms real as terrors.

Freedom from the spectacles of illusion (wrong belief) and freedom from the realization of ‘I am the doer’; that is called the Pure Soul.

From the very beginning perplexing and wandering from one ocean to another an everlasting wander

George: Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf? Martha: I am, George. I am.

Give royal treatment to your original magic effects, because one of the effects might make you the king of magic.

God and disciple; these are the only two paths of progression in religion. The one and the same entity, when in illusion is on the path of disciples. And when the illusion goes away, when one becomes Self-realized, then he is considered to be on the path of (becoming) god.

Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.

Happiness and misery are both delusions. One has a delusion of misery in the heat and a delusion of happiness under the shade of a tree. If he is made to sit under the tree the whole night, then he will feel misery even there.

Happiness is as fragile and fleeting as a bubble soap. Water down the last dregs of happiness and turn them into bubbles to fill the void. It may nothing more than an illusion, but it was still better than the emptiness.

Happiness will come Today, tomorrow and every year Now, then and every moment For if, we learn to love, care and share. Happiness will come To fill our heart with kindness It is a gift from the universe To touch our life with joyful silence. Happiness will come For if we know, wealth and splendors are illusion But attainment of certain mental state, And Unconditional love is a real possession.

Greater than all the joys Of heaven and earth, Greater still than dominion Over all the worlds, Is the joy of reaching the stream.

Heart beats are marching like thousands of drums, Birds find their flight, thrown out of nest, We win some battles, then we lose some, Truth is no more than illusion at best. What has been said under veil of the night, Under the veil it will ever remain, But may it ever be in my right, I know i have never said it in vain.

He looked at her like a thirsty man gazing on an oasis, trying to decide if it were an illusion brought on by the heat.

He remembers how someone – he forgets who – once said in a sarcastic tone, “Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw as overly-moral because he has flaws, he has weaknesses. How would his mistakes compare to her virtuousness? She used to dislike the competitiveness at work, the way she claimed she could never really make friends with anyone because everything was always so fake and cut-throat and he used to berate her for it, used to tell her to accept it, to realise the truth about life and relationships – but she wouldn’t take it. She was always thinking too hard about everything, always questioning her motives. Surely, if he’d married her, she’d have started questioning his.

He sank back into his black-and-white world, his immobile world of inanimate drawings that had been granted the secret of motion, his death-world with its hidden gift of life. But that life was a deeply ambiguous life, a conjurer's trick, a crafty illusion based on an accidental property of the retina, which retained an image for a fraction of a second after the image was no longer present. On this frail fact was erected the entire structure of the cinema, that colossal confidence game. The animated cartoon was a far more honest expression of the cinematic illusion than the so-called realistic film, because the cartoon reveled in its own illusory nature, exulted in the impossible--indeed it claimed the impossible as its own, exalted it as its own highest end, found in impossibility, in the negation of the actual, its profoundest reason for being. The animated cartoon was nothing but the poetry of the impossible--therein lay its exhilaration and its secret melancholy. For this willful violation of the actual, while it was an intoxicating release from the constriction of things, was at the same time nothing but a delusion, an attempt to outwit mortality. As such it was doomed to failure. And yet it was desperately important to smash through the constriction of the actual, to unhinge the universe and let the impossible stream in, because otherwise--well, otherwise the world was nothing but an editorial cartoon.

Here’s what's breaking into my imagination and whatever is in there; that you are not afraid you’ve seen, is yours to take.

How is intoxication (that “I Know”, “I am something”) recognized? It is when one says, ‘Yours is wrong’.

How many minutes will still die in the swamp of your illusion of being human?