Quotes About Mirror

I used to go to the Hollywood YMCA when I first came here, and I was standing in front of the mirror doing curls, and I noticed this guy next to me also doing curls. He was grimacing a lot, and I noticed he had an underbite. I looked more closely and realized it was Bruce Springsteen.

The war was a mirror; it reflected man's every virtue and every vice, and if you looked closely, like an artist at his drawings, it showed up both with unusual clarity.

That Man, who flees from truth, should have invented the mirror is the greatest of historical miracles.

When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don't listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don't, others will abandon us.

WARRIORS KNOW EVERY ASPECT OF THEIR BEING MOST INTIMATELY, EVEN THEIR LATENT TENDENCIES, AND MOST ESPECIALLY THEIR HIDDEN POTENTIAL. TO ACHIEVE THIS WARRIORS USE THE WORLD AROUND THEM AS A MIRROR, FOR IN THAT MIRROR ALL STANDS REVEALED. .

You can't change your negative cycles unless you change the man in the mirror

I peered at his writing, but I could make nothing of it. Then I saw why, and my soul chilled like marble. His writing was running left to right. Not the words in reverse order, but the letter themselves. All of it. It was mirror writing- to be read by the Devil.

Even though I am a lifelong 'Doctor Who' fan, I've not played him since I was nine. I downloaded old scripts and practised those in front of the mirror.

Well, I care that there's a war in Indochina, and I demonstrate against it; and I care that there's a women's liberation movement, and I demonstrate for it. But I also go to the movies incessantly, and have my hair done once a week, and cook dinner every night, and spend hours in front of the mirror trying to make my eyes look symmetrical, and I care about those things, too. Much of my life goes irrelevantly on, in spite of larger events.

I am not glowy." Laurel simply turned Parker by the shoulders to the big foyer mirror. "You were saying?" Maybe color did glow in her cheeks, and maybe her eyes were a little dazzled, but . . . "That's irritation." "I won't say 'liar, liar,' but, Parks, under that skirt, your pants are on fire.

It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power, the same way money is power, the same way a gun is power.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

That would be like breaking a mirror for showing you the truth.

Position two. Submit." He watched with pleasure as, remaining on her knees, she leaned forward, lowering her forehead until it touched the mat. She lifted her ass up, keeping her legs spread wide. Finally, she extended her arms along the mat, placing one hand over the other in a properly submissive pose. Cameron looked at the mirror on the wall behind her. It gave him an excellent view of her cunt and asshole.

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.

Or a ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time, an electrical storm in a jewelry box, grief perfectly aligned. And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing; sometimes the entire population of a city or country will just happen to look in the mirror at the same time, and from then on there was a city in the sky, as all cities are if we consider that the sky reaches to the ground, and this city, too, thought it was alive, and the candles walked off by themselves.

Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

Even Orlando (who had no conceit of her person) knew it, for she smiled the involuntary smile which women smile when their own beauty, which seems not their own, forms like a drop falling or a fountain rising and confronts them all of a sudden in the glass.

That dream, of sharing, completing, of finding in solitude on the beach an answer, was then but a reflection in a mirror, and the mirror itself was but the surface glassiness which forms in quiescence when the nobler powers sleep beneath? Impatient, despairing yet loth to go (for beauty offers her lures, has her consolations), to pace the beach was impossible; contemplation was unendurable; the mirror was broken.

Uygar toplumlarda kullan?mlar? nas?l olursa olsun, aynalar, tüm ÅŸiddete dayal? ve kahramanca eylemler için gereklidir. .... Çünkü kad?n gerçeÄŸi söylemeye baÅŸlarsa erkeÄŸin aynadaki görüntüsü küçülmeye baÅŸlar; yaÅŸam kar??s?ndaki uyumluluÄŸu yok olur. (s.42)

Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

I was proceeding slowly one afternoon through torrents of rain and kept seeing that red ghost swimming and shivering with lust in my mirror, when presently the deluge dwindled to a patter, and then was suspended altogether.

my knees were reflections of knees in rippling water