Quotes About Mirror

One must love the mirror in the face of truth, only if one loves the outlook of your inner compassion.

Never underestimate the importance of tragedy in life. Don't fear it, make it the mirror of your life.

The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

Forse lo specchio porterà la mia immagine al principe. Forse può capitare che guardi in alto quando lo specchio sorvola il suo cielo, e allora vedrà la mia immagine. Forse seguirà lo specchio nel suo cammino e mi troverà qui.

Maybe disease outbreaks need a warning like the one on your car mirror—things are much larger than they appear.

The Romantic Tree is in fact the mirror image of the Puritan Tree: if Puritans clear trees to redeem nature, romantics worship trees to redeem culture. Both regard nature and culture as opponents; they just vote differently

Like all of my fictions, 'Sinner' is a mirror. Look into it and you will find yourself. What you do with what you see is your choice.

The only line that's wrong in Shakespeare is 'holding a mirror up to nature.' You hold a magnifying glass up to nature. As an actor you just enlarge it enough so that your audience can identify with the situation. If it were a mirror, we would have no art.

If only we could lean over the soul we love and see as in a mirror the image we cast!

Self knowledge begins with the neighbor, the mirror, and just the same with true self-love; that goes from the mirror to the matter.

He had total love in his eyes when he performed. He was the total androgenous beauty. I would practice Elvis in front of the mirror when I was twelve or thirteen years old.

I don't know which me that I love, got no reflection.

What?" she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. He shook himself. "What what?" "You're smiling. That scares me.

I had just finished polishing all the smudges off the mirror in the elevator when it began descending with me inside. In only a T-shirt and underwear. Seriously? I muttered, yanking off my rubber gloves to try to put order to my hair. After rolling around with Gideon all night, I looked like an epic mess. The doors slid open and Angus started to step in, his footstep halting midair when he spotted me.

Se fizesse aquilo olhando no espelho, seria como assistir a outra pessoa, num livro ou numa peça. Mas a pessoa no espelho estava paralisada e era estúpida demais para fazer qualquer coisa.

They want you to be in a special ward," my mother said. "They don't have that sort of ward at our hospital." "I liked it where I was." My mother's mouth tightened. "You should have behaved better, then." "What?" "You shouldn't have broken that mirror. Then maybe they'd have let you stay." But of course I knew the mirror had nothing to do with it

I am silver and exact.

There is no reason for the sudden terror, the feeling of condemnation, except that circumstances all mirror the inner doubt, the inner fear.

Myself the rose you achieve--- This body, This ivory Ungodly as a child's shriek. Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image, Uttering nothing but blood--- Taste it, dark red!

O You who eat People like light rays, leave This one Mirror safe, unredeemed By the dove's annihilation, The glory The power, the glory.

For a government,' said the god, 'is nothing but a mirror of your minds--tyrannical for tyrants--hypocritical for hypocrites --corrupt for those who are indifferent--extravagant and wasteful for the selfish--strong and honorable only toward honest men.

Like all of my fictions, Sinner is a mirror. Look into it and you will find yourself. What you do with what you see is your choice.

Nunca te llevé a que madame Leonie te mirara la palma de la mano, a lo mejor tuve miedo de que leyera en tu mano alguna verdad sobre mí, porque fuiste siempre un espejo terrible, una espantosa máquina de repeticiones, y lo que llamamos amarnos fue quizá que yo estaba de pie delante de vos, con una flor amarilla en la mano, y vos sostenías dos velas verdes y el tiempo soplaba contra nuestras caras una lenta lluvia de renuncias y despedidas y tickets de metro.

Todo esto lo hacía Raúl como si estuviera ausente, como si fuera una imagen en un espejo. Pero tenía otra Vez en la cara la expresión burlonamente decidida del que no vacila en arriesgarse a un juego que en el fondo le importa poco." (Cortázar, Los Prémios, XL)