A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

There is an optical illusion about every person we meet. — © Ralph Waldo Emerson
There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.
Love is an optical illusion that makes you believe the object of your affection is the most beautiful person in the world.
Baseball is a game where a curve is an optical illusion, a screwball can be a pitch or a person, stealing is legal and you can spit anywhere you like except in the umpire's eye or on the ball.
What I like about the Pleiadians is that they work and meet each person where they are in their own evolution. Every initiation, every process, is designed for the individual to meet an aspect of where they are within themselves.
Our separation from each other is an optical illusion.
Beauty is the result of clarity and system and not of optical illusion.
The illusion that we are separate from one another is an optical delusion of our consciousness.
There’s no cure for ugly, but you can make yourself into a human optical illusion.
There is no cure for ugly, but you can make yourself into a human optical illusion.
Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is
The boundary between science fiction and social reality is an optical illusion
I had to learn how to dress and create an optical illusion where you're more slender.
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
Embrace every challenge you have, every person you meet, every place you visit, every task you succeed at, and especially those at which you fail. You will learn from them all. You'll learn about the world at large and about other people but most important, you'll learn about yourself.
Playing a character is an illusion, and I feel that when you know too much about a person, possibly part of that illusion is disrupted.
Just about every young model and actress is dating somebody in the entertainment field, because these are the people you meet. You're not going to very easily meet a normal person in this line of work.
We're left with so little to go on. Only the present is full enough to seem complete, and even that is an optical illusion. The moment is bleeding off the page. We live on the precipice of our perceptions. At the edge of every living instant, the world shears away like a cliff of ice into the sea of what is forgotten.
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