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Without self-knowledge, the god that you seek is the god of illusion; and illusion inevitably brings conflict and sorrow.

With true understanding, intoxication (that “I Know”, “I am something”) will come down. Intoxication will not come down with wrong understanding.

Words of an old soul's heart, Portrayal of the matrix art To break from the illusion Of your continuous delusion No chapter good or bad, Not happy, neither sad. Attachement to desire, The heart sparks inner fire.

Words, with their multiple meanings and nuances are like trees and oral communication like a forest. Trees are good for hiding, forest for losing the path. When one is trying to contemplate the horizon of illusion and reality, trees and forests can offer no help.

Worldly knowledge (laukik gnan) is called illusion (bhranti).

Worldly efforts (laukik purusharth) are all an effect (prarabdha – effect of past life causes). To work in one’s profession is an effect (prarabdha). To give sermons, is also an effect. Even listening to this satsang is an effect. That in which there is dependency upon other things; it is all effect (prarabdha).

World People (only) forgets when time makes him forget a death. Whereas the enlightened one (gnani purush) will forget (any death) at the same moment. To go out and to die, it is both the same.

Yet, with all his acuteness, it did not occur to him that Europe was not in the least to blame for his disillusionment. Europe had dropped miracles ages ago; she contented herself with ideals. It is we in Russia who will go on confusing miracles with ideals, as if the two were identical, whereas they have nothing to do with each other. As a matter of fact, just because Europe had ceased to believe in miracles, and realised that all human problems resolve down to mere arrangements here on earth, ideas and ideals had been invented. But the Russian bear crept out of his hole and strolled to Europe for the elixir of life, the flying carpet, the seven-leagued shoes, and so on, thinking in all his naïveté that railways and electricity were signs which clearly proved that the old nurse never told a lie in her fairy tales...

You are believing not in your god but in yourself if your god knows no better than you do...and yet, in this alone, I am afraid, you have already been fooling yourself.

You are deluded if you think that the world around you is a physical construct separate from your own mind.

You are dealing with national security. Anything labeled a national security issie is taken out from the system. There is no due process, no lawyers. They may do with us what they wish. Fear is a government's greatest weapon. With it, they can convince a people that they need to abandon their freedom. In exchange, they get safety. Of course, you just trade one monster for another, but by the time the people realize this, it is too late. -- Excerpt from Superhero.

You are just as connected to the Universe as a finger is to a hand, or as a branch is to a tree. The entire cosmos is expressing itself through your being.

You are not a small and unimportant creature confined to the form of this physical body, contrary to popular belief. At the core of your being you are pure awareness, and this awareness is the same source from which everything in the Universe arises, exists as, and returns to. Consciousness is the dimension of yourself that you have forgotten you are, and of which you long to return to.

You are not limited to this body, to this mind, or to this reality—you are a limitless ocean of Consciousness, imbued with infinite potential. You are existence itself.

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

You are what is going on in your brain. Everything else is illusion.

You can home in a satellite - counting the people inside. And still, we feel protected by closing and locking the door. - The Illusion of a Door

You have endured so much misery. If you take note of that, even then moha (infatuation due to illusion) will go away. And yet it does not go away, and keeps making you endure the misery.

You can only carry the illusive personality in your mind until you realize the truth behind it, but the time you realize the truth, you just cannot hold the illusive self of yours, in the mind.

You fight your superficiality, you shallowness, as as to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untank-like as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick; you come at them unmenacingly on your own ten toes instead of tearing up the turf with your caterpillar treads, take them on with an open mind, as equals, man to man, as we used to say, and yet you never fail to get them wrong, you might as well have the brain if a tank. You get them wrong before you meet them, while you're anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you're with them; and them you go home to tell somebody else about the meeting and you get them wrong again. Since the same generally goes for them with you, the whole thing is really a dazzling illusion empty of all perception an astonishing farce of misperception. And yet what are we to do about this terribly significant business of other people, which gets bled of the significance we think it has and takes on instead a significance that is ludicrous, so ill equipped are we all to envision one another's interior workings and invisible aims? Is everyone to go off and lock the door and sit secluded like the lonely writers do, in a soundproof cell, summoning people out of words, and then proposing that there word people are closer to the real thing than we mangle with our ignorance every day? The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful consideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that - well, lucky you.

You cannot be afraid to change your pivot when your gut, or inner knowing, tells you to make a change. It is the illusion of fear or inability to adapt to change that prevents us from moving forward.

You cannot be aware of yourself, for you are awareness itself. How can a witness witness itself? That is like trying to see your own eyes without a reflection, or cut a knife with the tip of its own blade—it is impossible. The subject can only observe the object; it cannot make an object out of itself. But by the very act of observing, you indirectly know yourself as the observer, as the subject. No witnessing of the witness is needed to prove its existence.

You cannot rise beyond the external as well as internal reality unless you understand your own perception.

You do not have an existence independent of your environment, but rather you are your environment, and your environment is you.

You know what an illusion is? On this planet, one small cloud has the ability to block the entire sun.

You have to realize that modern power, is nothing but a concept in the mind of the one who’s under the power. And once you realize this, you realize that authority is indeed an illusion.

You lost your ability to choose the moment you started to use your eyes to see, and your heart to feel. Choice has become nothing but an illusion for you.

Your body and my body are both totally made up of and dependent upon the elements of the earth—the water, the air, the heat, the land, the soil and the food it produces—as well as all of the elements that these elements are dependent upon—the sun, the stars, the galaxies, and a vast field of energy and space to contain them in. Nature is our extended body, and the elements outside of our skin are just as important to our health as the elements within our skin. Our bodies are connected to the universe as a whole, and consequently to each other and the many ways in which we influence our shared environment.

You're absolutely insane, that much I'm certain of, but it's one of the many things I love about you.

You're a dream. Like everything else.

Your reluctance to grow may be feeding your illusion of safety, but truth is, it's a big sign of cowardice. You're actually rejecting a HUGE OPPORTUNITY to learn how to meet the deeper needs of others.

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

Your money myth affects your gain and luck. In economics, illusion of money affects wealth.

Your true being, as Consciousness, is ever at peace, ever at rest, eternally existing in the dimension of here and now. It is the formless and eternal quality within you that expresses itself through the world of form.

You said you were a fairy princess You said you were a shooting star You said we'd go to Bora Bora Now look at where the fuck we are

A figment of the imagination is just a harmless illusion - unless you are victim of it.

Adulthood brings with it a pernicious illusion of control.

You went from my life right into my dreams, i can hardly tell,If i'm cursed or blessed ; I am sure things aren't always as they seem, but i drift away,mesmerized, possessed. Memories i have uncertain and fragile, Is what i have left and i have no peace, At dawn fades away,all that i imagine, i crave for your closeness,i need more then this. Perhaps you are meant to guide and inspire, to be ever timeless in the veil of mist, flowing through my being in flaming desire, the one i can't reach and cannot resist. My darling,unique,outstanding perfection, so utterly complex you can't be recreated, I may be unworthy of your smallest fraction, But you've never loved,nor anticipated. Every great passion is a work of fiction, when we long for something that we cannot find, Single thought of you is like an addiction, yet,you're not exalted,except in my mind.

A crisis event often explodes the illusions that anchor our lives.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

A life that is truly lived is constantly burning away the veils of illusion, gradually revealing the essence of the individual.

All sorts of allowances are made for the illusions of youth, and none, or almost none for the disenchantment of age.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

A logical analysis of reflexive usages in French shows, however, that this simplicity is an illusion and that, so far from helping the foreigner, it is more calculated to bother him.

Always hedge your bets. That's how I do it. I lay all my bets on what I can contribute, and suffer no illusions that I'm generating stuff by myself.

American families don't work. There is an illusion that they do.

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

And I didn't know I loved her till I'd dreamt of her. I didn't know it was the real thing until an illusion had signalled it.

Animation isn't the illusion of life; it is life

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.