Jalal Talabani Quotes

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

People don't want to hear the truth; they never do. They wanna live in some kind of fantasy.

Illusion is an anodyne, bred by the gap between wish and reality.

Wishful thinking is no substitute for reality.

Reality has a way of intruding upon illusion.

We live in our myths, we only endure reality.

Keep away from fantasy. Shake off the image.

Illusions are hazardous, and so are disillusions.

An illusion which makes me happy is worth a verity which drags me to the ground.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Some people have a difficult time facing truth and reality. They prefer to live in a make-believe world, pretending that certain things aren't happening.

The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

People have the illusion that all over the world, all the time, all kinds of fantastic things are happening. When in fact, over most of the world, most of the time, nothing is happening.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

Believing you're something that you're not excites the mind and the imagination. And it's hopeful.

Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.

There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.

It's really hard to separate fantasy from reality.

People think that dreams are better than reality but this is not always the case; sometimes, because you dream too much, you are unable to see what you have in front of your very eyes.

Truth is always a delusion.

The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?