Quotes About Mirror

The World" It appears that it was all a misunderstanding. What was only a trial run was taken seriously. The rivers will return to their beginnings. The wind will cease in its turning about. Trees instead of budding will tend to their roots. Old men will chase a ball, a glance in the mirror– They are children again. The dead will wake up, not comprehending. Till everything that happened has unhappened. What a relief! Breathe freely, you who have suffered much.

The precursor of the mirror is the mother's face.

Sufis describe the heart as a mirror which the wayfarer polishes and polishes with aspiration and inner work, until no imperfection remains. Then the mirror of the heart can reflect the true light of the Beloved.

The only enemy to fear is the enemy within, the demon that speaks in your own voice, the assassin in the mirror.

It's a trick, love's word, a broken mirror, footsteps in the water. Then you'd leave me in the tomb again, just as everyone does when trying to convince those listening to them that true love is impossible.

The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh.

He didn't see anything. She rolled to her feet. I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life! Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring. I don't-- She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. Dammit! She clapped her hands over them. It's like they're broken!

We didn't have time to get you an actual haircut, she said. Seriously, did you do it yourself? Maybe without a mirror? I put a hand up to my head self-consciously and said, I had some help from the General. And, hey, I didn't say anything about your man-shoes. They're steel-toed, she said calmly. In case I need to plant them in anyone's ass as a result of him calling them man-shoes. And seriously, you let Toot help you with your hair?

There is but one reality; that is true - but the two of you experience it in slightly different ways. The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass.

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop A feast of friends Alive! she cried Waitin' for me Outside!

He was dignity distorted, bravery become knavery, sanctimoniousness masking sin. He was a mirror, jeering at the subject it reflected. Yet so muted were the jeers, so delicate the inaccuracies of delineation, that they evaded detection. True and false were blended together. The false was merely an extended shadow of the true.

Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.

Technology will mirror the culture and the psychology creating it. We need new psychological scaffolding to work with. Less fear and more optimism.

I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.

The way life treats you is a merciless mirror image of your attitude toward life.

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

A well-fathered daughter will seek in her partnerships men who mirror the devoted father of childhood, avoiding partnerships that denigrate or compromise her. Having experienced the real thing when she was very young- having been taught self-reliance, she settles for no less when she is an adult.

It was there that Death woke him every morning, holding the broken shard of a mirror close enough for him to see the fog of his breath clouding his image.

A mirror can do something better for you which maybe your best friend can't. Cry and it will cry with you, laugh and it will laugh with you, feel alone and it will be with you.

Do not reward performance. Rather, respond to Spirit expressing the Way. You are a mirror with which your child sees — and corrects — himself.

O look, look in the mirror O look in your distress Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart

Fellow-wanderer, Could we but mix ourselves into a dream, Not in its image on the mirror!

I had a small looking glass on the wall and I stood before it and gazed at my own reflection.

Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway. 'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream. 'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully. 'Huh?' said Lester.