Paulo Coelho Quotes

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary

Illusions... are simple facts, but they have been created by the mind, by the spirit, and they are one of the justifications of the new spatial configuration.

The fictional eye sees in, through, and around what is really there.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

We see only that which we are.

Our perceiving self is nowhere to be found in the world-picture, because it itself is the world-picture.

You believe that you are your mind. This is the delusion.

What seems real to the mind can be as important as any material fact. We live by the spirit and the imagination as well as by our senses. Cartoon animation can give fantasy the same reality as those things we can touch and see and hear.

All ego really is, is our opinions, which we take to be solid, real, and the absolute truth about how things are.

A hallucination is a species of reality, as capable of teaching you as a videotape about Kilimanjaro or anything else that falls through your life.

There's a very fine line between one person's reality and another person's fantasy.

Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.

A reflection of an exact image is the closest thing to you-so that you can see it-but it's far enough away so that you really understand it. There is real life in this movie, but it hovers just an inch above reality.

The focus of subjectivity is a distorting mirror.

The miracle of your mind isn't that you can see the world as it is. It's that you can see the world as it isn't.

The paradox of reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.

Reality doesn't bite, rather our perception of reality bites.

I'm not interested in observed reality.

I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking theres some kind of change.

The world is not outside you.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

I think your imagination is your reality

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.