You were a perfect illusion.

Who knew? If the illusion is quite perfect, who is to say it is not real?

Thus in a single phrase I can define the great illusion concerning 'love' in this world. It is the effort to join reality with the apparition.

When you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger.
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool.
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger,
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool.

Everything is illusion. Even that last sentence.

Since they did not understand one another, each was able to sustain an illusion about the other, which was the usual beginning of love, if not truth.

"The person who is "in-love" has the ilusion that his beloved is perfect."

Permanence was always an illusion, and love was just the disguise that lovers wore to hide the death of their union from each other for a while.

everyone is living in their own self-created illusion,

The perception that we are loving when we fall in love is an illusion. Real love does not have its roots in a feeling of love. Real love often occurs when a feeling of love is lacking.

The time of illusion, then, is the beautiful moment of passion; it represents the artistic zone in which the poet or romance writer ought to be free to do the very best that he can.

"By and large Western culture is a celebration of the illusion that good may exist without evil, light without darkness, and pleasure without pain, and this is true of both its Christian and secular, technological phases. Here, or hereafter, our ideal is a world in which ''there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away."
To give credit where credit is due, it has been a grand illusion.

I had deluded myself throughout by the idea of reviving a secret love which did not exist at all.

Why, after all, did I have to live with reality? Wasn’t illusion a perfectly suitable condition?