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It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
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lies
goodness
wisdom
delusion
self-deception
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Leo Tolstoy |
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For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
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understanding
religion
science
truth
delusion
knowledge
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Carl Sagan |
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In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagined past.
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anxiety
conservatism
delusion
uncertainty
psychology
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Alan Moore |
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Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne
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humour
morganville-vampires
delusion
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Rachel Caine |
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Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.
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delusion
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James Baldwin |
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[I]t is difficult to imagine a set of beliefs more suggestive of mental illness than those that lie at the heart of many of our religious traditions.
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faith
religion
sam
harris
delusion
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Sam Harris |
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That's the myth of it, the required lie that allows us to render our judgments. Parasites, criminals, dope fiends, dope peddlers, whores--when we can ride past them at Fayette and Monroe, car doors locked, our field of vision cautiously restricted to the road ahead, then the long journey into darkness is underway. Pale-skinned hillbillies and hard-faced yos, toothless white trash and gold-front gangsters--when we can glide on and feel only fear, we're well on the way. And if, after a time, we can glimpse the spectacle of the corner and manage nothing beyond loathing and contempt, then we've arrived at last at that naked place where a man finally sees the sense in stretching razor wire and building barracks and directing cattle cars into the compound. It's a reckoning of another kind, perhaps, and one that becomes a possibility only through the arrogance and certainty that so easily accompanies a well-planned and well-tended life. We know ourselves, we believe in ourselves; from what we value most, we grant ourselves the illusion that it's not chance in circumstance, that opportunity itself isn't the defining issue. We want the high ground; we want our own worth to be acknowledged. Morality, intelligence, values--we want those things measured and counted. We want it to be about Us. Yes, if we were down there, if we were the damned of the American cities, we would not fail. We would rise above the corner. And when we tell ourselves such things, we unthinkably assume that we would be consigned to places like Fayette Street fully equipped, with all the graces and disciplines, talents and training that we now posses. Our parents would still be our parents, our teachers still our teachers, our broker still our broker. Amid the stench of so much defeat and despair, we would kick fate in the teeth and claim our deserved victory. We would escape to live the life we were supposed to live, the life we are living now. We would be saved, and as it always is in matters of salvation, we know this as a matter of perfect, pristine faith. Why? The truth is plain: We were not born to be niggers.
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hatred
prejudice
lies
poverty
fear
the-american-dream
delusion
society
race
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David Simon |
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I was deluded, and I knew it. Worse: my love for Pippa was muddied-up below the waterline with my mother, with my mother's death, with losing my mother and not being able to get her back. All that blind, infantile hunger to save and be saved, to repeat the past and make it different, had somehow attached itself, ravenously, to her. There was an instability in it, a sickness. I was seeing things that weren't there. I was only one step away from some trailer park loner stalking a girl he'd spotted in the mall. For the truth of it was: Pippa and I saw each other maybe twice a year; we e-mailed and texted, though with no great regularity; when she was in town we loaned each other books and went to the movies; we were friends; nothing more. My hopes for a relationship with her were wholly unreal, whereas my ongoing misery, and frustration, were an all-too-horrible reality. Was groundless, hopeless, unrequited obsession any way to waste the rest of my life?
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grief
loss
relationship
reality
past
hope
delusional
delusional-love
unreal
loner
delusion
save
hunger
stalking
misery
hopeless
frustration
obsession
waste
unrequited-love
sickness
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Donna Tartt |
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On the throne of the world, any delusion can become fact.
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bullshit-and-politics
truthiness
power-corrupts
bullshit
delusion
propaganda
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Gore Vidal |
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Seven billion who need to be kept happy, and docile, until the end. How do you do that? What's the best way to calm down a scared kid, get them to go back to sleep? Tell them a story. Some shit about Jesus or whatever.
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sleep
story
happy
people
jesus
funny
religion
truth
docile
frightened
population
terrifying
delusion
terrified
dying
scared
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Neal Stephenson |
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The last time that I consciously wrote anything to 'save the honor of the Left', as I rather pompously put it, was my little book on the crookedness and cowardice and corruption (to put it no higher) of Clinton. I used leftist categories to measure him, in other words, and to show how idiotic was the belief that he was a liberal's champion. Again, more leftists than you might think were on my side or in my corner, and the book was published by Verso, which is the publishing arm of the . However, if a near-majority of leftists and liberals choose to think that Clinton was the target of a witch-hunt and the victim of 'sexual McCarthyism', an Arkansan Alger Hiss in other words, you become weary of debating on their terms and leave them to make the best of it.
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sex
arkansas
impeachment-of-bill-clinton
lewinsky-scandal
new-left-review
verso-books
witch-hunt
mccarthyism
bill-clinton
delusion
debate
corruption
liberalism
cowardice
idiocy
leftism
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Christopher Hitchens |
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The 'pre-emption' versus 'prevention' debate may be a distinction without much difference. The important thing is to have it understood that the United States is absolutely serious. The jihadists have in the past bragged that America is too feeble and corrupt to fight. A lot is involved in disproving that delusion on their part.
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war
delusion
islamic-terrorism
jihad
preemptive-war
preventive-war
debate
war-on-terror
iraq-war
united-states
islam
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Christopher Hitchens |
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for the people must have some complicated machinery or other, and hear its din, to satisfy that idea of government which they have.
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delusion
government
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Henry David Thoreau |
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She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.
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coping
love
doom
last-days
unreality
post-apocalyptic
delusion
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Nevil Shute |
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Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
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happy
honesty
hope
life
love
confess
recover
rigourous-honesty
heal
broken-hearted
pathetic
treatment
healing
delusion
tragic
self-hate
denial
wound
scars
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Dennis Lehane |
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For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on.
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mortality
immortality
life
certainty
delusion
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Ray Bradbury |
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Some people would much prefer the infinite regress of mysteries, apparently, but in this day and age the cost is prohibitive: you have to get yourself deceived. You can either deceive yourself or let others do the dirty work, but there is no intellectually defensible way of rebuilding the mighty barriers to comprehension that Darwin smashed. (p.25)
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religion
infinite-regress
delusion
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