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It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
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delusion
goodness
lies
self-deception
wisdom
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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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delusion
knowledge
religion
science
truth
understanding
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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
psychology
uncertainty
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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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delusion
humour
morganville-vampires
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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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delusion
faith
harris
religion
sam
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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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delusion
fear
hatred
lies
poverty
prejudice
race
society
the-american-dream
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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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delusion
delusional
delusional-love
frustration
grief
hope
hopeless
hunger
loner
loss
misery
obsession
past
reality
relationship
save
sickness
stalking
unreal
unrequited-love
waste
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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
bullshit-and-politics
delusion
power-corrupts
propaganda
truthiness
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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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delusion
docile
dying
frightened
funny
happy
jesus
people
population
religion
scared
sleep
story
terrified
terrifying
truth
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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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arkansas
bill-clinton
corruption
cowardice
debate
delusion
idiocy
impeachment-of-bill-clinton
leftism
lewinsky-scandal
liberalism
mccarthyism
new-left-review
sex
verso-books
witch-hunt
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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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debate
delusion
iraq-war
islam
islamic-terrorism
jihad
preemptive-war
preventive-war
united-states
war
war-on-terror
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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
delusion
doom
last-days
love
post-apocalyptic
unreality
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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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broken-hearted
confess
delusion
denial
happy
heal
healing
honesty
hope
life
love
pathetic
recover
rigourous-honesty
scars
self-hate
tragic
treatment
wound
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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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certainty
delusion
immortality
life
mortality
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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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delusion
infinite-regress
religion
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