Quotes About Mirror

What color is a chameleon placed on a mirror? ... The chameleon responding to its own shifting image is an apt analog of the human world of fashion. Taken as a whole, what are fads but the response of a hive mind to its own reflection? In a 21st-century society wired into instantaneous networks, marketing is the mirror; the collective consumer is the chameleon.

Somewhere else," she said. "Better hurry," the woman on the right said. "Your boyfriend's been in the bathroom for a long time." "He's probably staring at his reflection in the mirror," Annie said. "I know the type," the woman replied. "You don't want to go to Wyoming with a man like that.

Women practice their obsession with the body in private. Alone, with despair, we glance into the mirror and down at the scale, hopeful and anguished in our quest for the body's reduction.

Yeah right. I'll believe you, thousands wouldn't. Want to borrow my mirror?

Ah, Elsa. You got a wrong picture of yourself. Even if that is true, what does a person do about it? The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn't say become a mirror, don't they? You see yourself as they see you. and no mater how far you come, you bring that mirror with you. Break it, Jean said. How? With a gosh dang rock. Jean leaned forward. I'm a mirror too, Elsa. You remember that.

Light gatherer. You fell from a star into my lap, the soft lamp at the bedside mirrored in you, and now you shine like a snowgirl, a buttercup under a chin, the wide blue yonder you squeal at and fly in

When God looks at the earth--as though peering in a mirror--he wants to see himself reflected back. And the place he wants to see the clearest reflection is in his image bearers--both as individuals, but more importantly, in our relationships.

I signed my likeness away. Every time I look in the mirror, I have to send Lucas a couple of bucks.

Tyrion wondered what it would be like to have a twin, and decided that he would rather not know. Bad enough to face himself in a looking glass every day.

This fool he promised me is like to be my own reflection in a pond.

Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and archive mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement, against that past.

Oh the joy of an idée fixe! The contentment of a life taken up some ideal, any ideal! A gentle trap to catch the infinite, like the sun in a piece of mirror in a child's hand.

Nothing goes unobserved in that strict town where people lack occupation. Malicious curiosity there has even invented what is known as a busybody, that is a double mirror fixed to the outside of the windowledge so that the streets can be monitored even from inside the houses, all the comings and goings watched, a kind of trap to catch all the exits and entrances the encounters and gestures that do not realize they are being observed, the looks that prove everything.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly, kind companion.

I'm at the age when food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I've just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.

Her eyes met his in the mirror. When I take her down, she's going to pay for this. Eve tapped fingers lightly over her jaw. And she won't look so fucking pretty when I toss her in a cage. Girl fight? Can I watch? Pervert. She stepped away, into the shower, and ordered the jets on full at a blistering temperature.

Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.

I don't think we're fit for visual consumption. Adrian reached up and cranked the rearview mirror his way. Whatever, I'm gorgeous...wow. I... Look like shit.

I always had a fascination with twins.

I always enjoy the name game and the two-way mirror challenge.

We vainly fancy ourselves above the ugly informing and paranoia of the right-wing McCarthy era, but in the 21st century, the Left has fashioned a mirror image.

Rosewood is what Americans did to Americans. We have to hold the mirror up... and look at ourselves. Sometimes that's an ugly sight. And sometimes you have to go through that pain - both black America and white America - so we can finally find some racial harmony.

Confidence starts at home, and something my mother never did was look in the mirror and say she was ugly or fat.