{"quotes":[{"text":"The notion that writings created at a time when men huddled in superstitious terror from an eclipse can possibly be a credible representation of the Creator (whatever that word means to each person) is so absurd as to border on delusional.","author":"Dave Champion","tags":["bible","creator","delusional","eclipse","superstition","superstitious"],"id":25203,"author_id":"Dave+Champion"},{"text":"Beware when wrong-doing is called good and right-doing is called evil.","author":"R. Alan Woods","tags":["deception","delusional","good-and-evil","good-vs-evil","r-alan-woods"],"id":37546,"author_id":"R.+Alan+Woods"},{"text":"The only difference between fiction and religion is that people don't kill themselves over fiction.","author":"Ahmed Mostafa","tags":["atheism","atheist","atheist","delusional","delusions","difference","discrimination","discrimination","fiction","godless","godlessness","intolerance","mass-murder","religion","sad-truth","self-deception","tolerance","tolerance"],"id":56090,"author_id":"Ahmed+Mostafa"},{"text":"What insanity would lead me to believe that I possess the power, much less the aptitude to manipulate all of the consequences out of all of my decisions?","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["aptitude","consequences","decisions","deluded","delusional","ego","egotistical","insanity","manipulate","manipulation","misinformed","misled","power"],"id":111206,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"},{"text":"Sometimes the shackles of oneself are worse than those of others.","author":"Ahmed Mostafa","tags":["delusional","delusions","freedom","freedom-of-expression","freedom","fuck-people","love-yourself","self-deception","shackles"],"id":118404,"author_id":"Ahmed+Mostafa"},{"text":"When someone is delusional, he or she can do anything to justify his or her beliefs.","author":"Debasish Mridha M.D.","tags":["beliefs","debasish-debasish-mridha","delusional","inspirational","justify-beliefs","mridha-m-d","philosophy","quotes"],"id":154261,"author_id":"Debasish+Mridha+M.D."},{"text":"Immortality entails not invincibility.","author":"Ahmed Mostafa","tags":["delusional","delusions-of-grandeur","egomania","egomaniac","immortal","immortality","invincibility","invincible","misconception","misconceptions","self-delusion"],"id":177551,"author_id":"Ahmed+Mostafa"},{"text":"I'd like to believe that my kiss has made you see me in a whole different light.","author":"Ahmed Mostafa","tags":["delusional","delusional-love","different-perspective","good-kisser","kiss","kissing","kissing-you","love","love","love-and-sayings","self-deception"],"id":190184,"author_id":"Ahmed+Mostafa"},{"text":"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?","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["deluded","delusion","delusional","delusional-love","frustration","grief","hope","hopeless","hunger","loner","loss","misery","obsession","past","reality","relationship","save","sickness","stalking","unreal","unrequited-love","waste"],"id":226189,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"THE WEATHER OF LOVELoveHas a way of wiltingOr blossomingAt the strangest,Most unpredictable hour.This is how love is,An uncontrollable beastIn the form of a flower.The sun does not always shine on it.Nor does the rain always pour on itNor should it always get beaten by a storm.Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.Water it.Give it plenty of sunlight.Nurture it,And the flower of love willOutlive you.Neglect it or keep dissecting it,And its petals will quickly curl up and die.This is how love is,Perfection is a delusional vision.So love the person who loves youUnconditionally,And abandon the oneWho only loves youUnder favorableConditions.","author":"Suzy Kassem","tags":["beast","blossom","blossoming","death","delusional","die","dissect","dying","everlasting-love","flower","hour","love","love-poem","neglect","petals","poetry","rain","relationship","relationships","romantic-poem","scent","shine","sting","storm","sunlight","sweetest-scent","thorns","unconditional","unconditonal-love","uncontrollable","vision","weather","wilting"],"id":236001,"author_id":"Suzy+Kassem"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}