{"quotes":[{"text":"True love is a mirage… it does exist. We do get enamored and infatuated by it but we have to keep following it till eternity.","author":"Balroop Singh","tags":["eternity","love","mirage","true-love"],"id":11309,"author_id":"Balroop+Singh"},{"text":"The porcelain doll residing in her white-pillared dollhouse was a mirage.","author":"Katlyn Charlesworth","tags":["doll","historical-fiction","mirage","revolutionary-war","women"],"id":13075,"author_id":"Katlyn+Charlesworth"},{"text":"Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.","author":"Anthony Liccione","tags":["clear","crawl","crystal-clear","dealing-with-trouble","deceive","desperate","flee-from","fly","fool","give-the-impression-of-being","glass","grass-is-greener","head-on","hot","house","hurt","illusions","imaginations","mirage","not-as-it-appears","not-picture-perfect","pains-in-life","reality","sad","seeking-escape","seem","storms-in-life","stuck","tormenting","torture","trap","trick","unhappy","wishing-something-better"],"id":46414,"author_id":"Anthony+Liccione"},{"text":"Do not allow your life to just fly out of your own hands. Do not allow your life to just disappear into some abstract mirage.","author":"Sunday Adelaja","tags":["calling","conversion","convert","gift","great","greatness","humanity","life","life-wastage","mirage","poverty","produce","product","productivity","purpose","time","value","waste","wasting-life","wealth","work","world"],"id":74471,"author_id":"Sunday+Adelaja"},{"text":"When I came to this city, I would have agreed with anyone who said there was little mystery left in the world. But in you, madam, first in your image, then in your living self, I saw the allure of something far away and as secret as the stars. As I reached towards this unknown, I began to feel like a man who has ridden through a vast desert, never knowing anything but the sand around him and the dry road under him, then comes upon the mirage of a garden and a city, and finds that the mirage is real, and that it is bigger than the desert; that the desert was, after all his walking, only a small part of the mirage”“Then you felt love, which is the state of feeling desire and the fulfillment of desire at the same time,” she said.","author":"K.J. Bishop","tags":["allure","beth-constanzin","desert","desire","fulfillment","gwynn","love","mirage","mystery","secret-as-the-stars"],"id":97901,"author_id":"K.J.+Bishop"},{"text":"As for those who disbelieve, their deeds are like a mirage in a desert. The thirsty one thinks it to be water, until he comes up to it, he finds it to be nothing, but he finds Allah with him, Who will pay him his due (Hell). And Allah is Swift in taking account.","author":"Anonymous","tags":["account","allah","deeds","desert","disbelieve","hell","mirage","nothing","pay","swift","thirsty","water"],"id":112448,"author_id":"Anonymous"},{"text":"No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.","author":"Libba Bray","tags":["crack","gemma-doyle","girl","mirage","society"],"id":180369,"author_id":"Libba+Bray"},{"text":"People are raised to believe that happiness is the land to which they are destined to travel. But that belief, which one so easily accepts as true, might just as well be a mirage.","author":"Pramoedya Ananta Toer","tags":["acceptance","belief","destiny","happiness","indonesia","irony","mirage","travel","true"],"id":201487,"author_id":"Pramoedya+Ananta+Toer"},{"text":"Like a splendid mosaic of myriad colors, she in all her hues of sensitivity would paint her feelings in your mind’s gray skies. She was the butterfly making you run after her. She was the Zahir, a mirage that transcended borders and time-zones.","author":"Avijeet Das","tags":["artistes","borders","butterfly","colors","creativity","gray","inspirational","mirage","mosaic","muses","myriad","paint","sensitivity","sky","time","time-zones","woman","writing-process","writing","zahir"],"id":226772,"author_id":"Avijeet+Das"},{"text":"I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.I am ill by cause of this illusion.The devil plays tricks on me more and more.I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings.Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!I am now beyond parched.My strings left untouched.You are no longer an oasis, my friend,but a mirage soon coming to an end.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["alas","aware","boyfriend","breakup","breakup-poem","conscious","devil","drink","drunk","forget","friend","girlfriend","harp","heartbreak-poem","heartbroken","ill","illusion","imprison","intoxicated","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","let-go","love","love-poem","loved","lover","loving","mirage","move-on","nightingale","oasis","parched","pluck","poem","potent","relationship","remember","satan","score","sensible","sings","song","strings","tomorrow","touched","trick","wine","wings","withdrawal"],"id":229233,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":22,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}