Judith Guest Quotes

People don't really want reality. They want theater, and that's different.

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

Most people like to live in illusions.

Reality seems so simple. We just open our eyes and there it is. But that doesn't mean it is simple.

The focus of subjectivity is a distorting mirror.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

I always divide people into two groups. Those who live by what they know to be a lie, and those who live by what they believe, falsely, to be the truth.

Truth is always a delusion.

The source of all the material comes from nothingness, illusion is working more on things you can prove. That's the principle, the essence of life, it is actually an illusion, not immaterial. That's worth pursuing. So illusion is not nothing. In a way, that is the truth.

The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.

The majority of men prefer delusion to truth. It soothes. It is easy to grasp. Above all, it fits more snugly than the truth into a universe of false appearances—of complex and irrational phenomena, defectively grasped.

People don't like reality, they like crazy stories.

What, then is truth?... Truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are.

People like what is not true and they don't like what is true.

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

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Our truth of nowadays is not what is, but what others can be convinced of; just as we call "money" not only that which is legal, but also any counterfeit that will pass.

Generally, a lot of the things people think are made up are real, a lot of the things people think are real are made up, a lot of the things people think are spontaneous are cleverly faked, and a lot of the things people think are fake are spontaneous.

Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.

Reality can easily become the current fantasy.

They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?

There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who want to know the facts, and those who want to make up a nice story to feel better. I wish I was the kind who made up stories.

Consciousness is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelation.

More often than not, things and people are as they appear.