Isobelle Carmody Quotes

We live in a house of mirrors and think we are looking out the windows.

You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.

Inside each of us resides the truth, I began, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion.

The focus of subjectivity is a distorting mirror.

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

I am who I am, you are who you are, and everything else is a perception based on acceptance, deception, smoke, mirrors, and so on. It's what's between us that seems to justify our accidental identities.

All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.

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

Many truths which are not believed are called lies,' the Laughing Beast said. 'Mirrors do not themselves lie unless they have been enchanted. Ordinary mirrors merely reflect what is revealed to them. People lie and mirrors reflect people. If your mother feared mirrors in your land, she feared herself.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

Mirrors,' she said, 'are never to be trusted.

You can't really pretend something is rosier than it is and expect people to buy it.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

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.

Exaggeration is my only reality.

Truth: An ingenious compound of desirability and appearance …

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.

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

People create the sort of myths they want to believe about themselves.

When you seek out - or seek to avoid - your own reflection, the modern city becomes a hall of mirrors: car windows, reflective walls, and plate glass are everywhere, transmitting a cacophony of different versions of you - this one too short, that one too wide, another one with a sickly color you've never seen before.

People want to see the world the way they want to see it, not the way it is.

All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we choose to distort it.

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.

After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.