Quotes About Mirror

Omnia mundi creatura quasi liber et pictura nobis est in speculum.

Omnis mundi creatura quasi liber et pictura       nobis est in speculum (All the world's creatures      As a book and a picture      Are to us as a mirror)

In order for there to be a mirror of the world, it is necessary that the world have a form.

Here, in the realm of three-dimensional wax, the mirror is painted. The only credible reasons are symbolic. Confronting an instance where Art played consciously with Illusion and admitted the vanity of images through the image of an image, the industry of the Absolute Fake didn't dare venture to copy, because it would have come too close to the revelation of its own falsehood.

When we look one another in the face, we're neither of us just looking at a face we hate - no, we're gazing into a mirror... Do you really not recognize yourselves into us...? (In The Testaments, Margaret Atwood)

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.

I turn to Kate, see her glowing face and her beautiful green eyes. In them, I see my whole life. Everything I've ever been, and ever wanted to be. That's what your best friend is: a mirror.

Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.

The door opened. She looked in the mirror and suppressed a curse. Slipping in behind some tourists, that winged shadow was back again. Karou rose and made for the bathroom, where she took the note that Kishmish had come to deliver. Again it bore a single word. But this time the word was Please.

I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here." "So what do you think it meant?" "I'm not sure," Jace admitted, "but I know I look damn good delivering it.

Clary hadn't realized quite how disheveled she looked: her coat streaked with dust, her hair snarled from the wind. She tried to smooth it down discreetly and caught Jace's grin in the next mirror. For some reason, due doubtless to a mysterious Shadowhunter magic she didn't have a hope of understanding, his hair looked perfect.

All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone from me, who will see me like that?

Well, what? Sophie-" "I hit her on the head with a mirror," Sophie said hopelessly. "One of those silver-backed ones, so it was quite heavy. She went down just like a stone, miss. So I...I tied her to the bed and I came looking for you.

the mother's narcissism is confirmed by how she seeks reassurance from the magic mirror on the wall early in the story, long before Snow White's beauty surpasses her own. There is no better tale for conveying how imperilled a teenage girl can feel with a narcissistic, competitive mother. And for Madeline, there were no friendly dwarves.

Society doesn't want to look inside it's dark soul. Children always come forward with the truth, whether it's ugly or beautiful. And we've become an ugly society. Our kids are mirroring that and no one wants to take the blame.

Beauty is more a danger than intelligence or wit. One becomes a living mirror for the inadequacies of others.

A voice issued from the mirror...The characters read thus: 'Suldrun, sweet Suldrun, leave this room before harm arrives upon you!' Suldrun looked about her. What would harm me? Let the bottled imps clamp your hair or your fingers and you will learn the meaning of harm. The two heads spoke at the same time: What a wicked remark! We are as faithful as doves. Oh! It is bitter to be maligned, when we cannot seek redress for the wrong!

I long to crack that mirror and be free. I look at my sex, my troubling sex, and wonder how it can be redeemed, how I can save it from the knife. The journey to the grave is already begun, the journey to corruption is, always, already, half over. Yet, the key to my salvation, which cannot save my body, is hidden in my flesh

We are afraid of ourselves and our own unconscious minds. When we are building something that reflects us, it's the one thing we're all afraid to face. We're afraid to face ourselves. Building machines that mirror our consciousness is a very frightening proposition because we have seen how evil people can be.

Sometimes, authors' descriptions of unique fictional characters are like mirrors that reflect the readers image back.

Remove those 'I want you to like me' stickers from your forehead and, instead, place them where they truly will do the most good -on your mirror!

I have always loved lipstick. For women, that love comes from our mother and grandmothers. It's so natural for a woman to open up her mirror and apply lipstick

As the most social apes, we inhabit a mirror-world in which every important relationship, whether with spouse, friend or child, shapes the brain, which in turn shapes our relationships.

In my position, I've always admired Claude Makelele. I grew up watching him play. I was able to play against him in the final stages of his career. I have always liked his way of playing football, and given my position and style, he's been a mirror to compare myself against.