Virginia Woolf Quotes

something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could.

The difference between reality and unreality is that reality has so little to recommend it.

I have the terrible feeling that, because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre, you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats, not Mount Sinai.

Reality has a way of intruding upon illusion.

If we knew the truth, we'd see it; all else is system and outskirts.

When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I’m in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn’t real at all.

Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

The first lesson a watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magics, it's the hardest thing to do.

The world is an illusion, but an illusion which we must take seriously.

To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.

Just because it's a dream doesn't mean it's a lie.

Illusions are hazardous, and so are disillusions.

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

When you're not used to comfort and good things to eat, you're intoxicated by them in no time. Truth's only too pleased to leave you. Very little is ever needed for Truth to let go of you. And after all, you're not really very keen to keep hold of it.

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

How can mirrors be real if our eyes aren't real?

The world is a lie...not you and me.

La ve rite , comme la lumie' re, aveugle. Le mensonge, au contraire, est un beau cre puscule qui met chaque objet en valeur. Truth, like light, blinds. A lie, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight which shows the value of each object.

We live, after all, in a world where illusions are sacred and truth profane.

Reality is modest, it won't be seen naked.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

Illusion never changed into something real.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.