Oscar Wilde Quotes

It's all make believe, isn't it?

A lie to me is a dream that might come true.

People love to yammer on about things that aren't real.

What is not true, as everyone knows, is always immensely more fascinating and satisfying to the vast majority of men than what is true. Truth has a harshness that alarms them, and an air of finality that collides with their incurable romanticism..

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

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

The theater itself is a lie. Its deaths are mere special effects. Its tales never happened. Even the histories are distorted for dramatic effect. The theater is unnatural, a place of imagination. But the theater tells the audience something true: that the world requires judgments.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Because of lies, we can produce and invent a possible world.

Storytelling, mythology and film provide a lot of hope but, on the flip side, can also create delusion.

There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.

As in The Lime Twig dream and illusion are right at the center of Charivari.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

I adore falseness. I don't want you to tell me accurately what happened yesterday. I want you to lie about it, to exaggerate, to entertain me.

Life is the art of being well deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted.

The whole is the false.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

Let me tell you the truth. The truth is what is, and what should be is a fantasy. A terrible, terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.

The circus allows one to be logical and unreal at the same time. In the circus, all is possible: there can be a man with two heads or a character with a green face.

Ghost has always been about make-believe.

Illusion throughout is illusion. There is no end to it, just as there is no end to imagination.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

It's just a figment of the imagination.

Imagination is the deceptive part in man, the mistress of error and falsehood.