mirror

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
0c69ccf	Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.	dawn humor jacob mirror rosalie	Stephenie Meyer
7a2464e	I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.	appearance beautiful beauty bukowski classic classics loneliness lonely mirror people poem poetry reflection self self-esteem soul superficial superficial-beauty superficiality ugly	Charles Bukowski
86deb4c	It is when you lose sight of yourself, that you lose your way. To keep your truth in sight you must keep yourself in sight and the world to you should be a mirror to reflect to you your image; the world should be a mirror that you reflect upon.	inspirational inspirational-attitude inspirational-life inspirational-quotes mirror reflections self self-awareness self-discovery self-reflection the-world truth	C. JoyBell C.
c963721	Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.	face humor mirror ugliness	P.G. Wodehouse
c474a23	What does a mirror look at?	dune frank herbert mirror scifi	Frank Herbert
47610cd	The leap of faith is this: You have to believe, or at least pretend you believe until you really believe it, that you are strong enough to take life face on. Eating disorders, on any level, are a crutch. They are also an addiction and illness, but there is no question at all that they are quite simply a way of avoiding the banal, daily, itchy pain of life. Eating disorders provide a little drama, they feed into the desire for constant excitement, everything becomes life-or-death, everything is terribly grand and crashing, very Sturm and Drang. And they are distracting. You don't have to think about any of the nasty minutiae of the real world, you don't get caught up in that awful boring thing called regular life, with its bills and its breakups and its dishes and laundry and groceries and arguments over whose turn it is to change the litter box and bedtimes and bad sex and all that, because you are having a real drama, not a sitcom but a GRAND EPIC, all by yourself, and why would you bother with those foolish mortals when you could spend hours and hours with the mirror, when you are having the most interesting sado-machistic affair with your own image?	drama eating-disorders mirror sadomasochism	Marya Hornbacher
d1d9dea	The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.	mirror reflection	Francesca Lia Block
3f9c401	"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched--by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)"	apple asymmetry atlantic autumn blind-man blossom bones clock colors depression eyes god horror journey left-eye living-things madness mirror nineteen-years-old power-of-sight prayer questions sacraments smile starlight tree wind	Tim Willocks
84e999e	"You never want to look in a mirror," Lula said. "Men love mirrors. They look at themselves doing the deed and they see Rex the Wonder Horse. Women look at themselves and think they need to renew their membership at the gym."	humor mirror sex	Janet Evanovich
9129d14	Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.	mirror	Virginia Woolf
d023031	Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.	dying face living mirror	Christopher Isherwood
2a75fd7	Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror.	coldness mirror reflection	Irvine Welsh
aac8a24	I had a bizarre rapport with this mirror and spent a lot of time gazing into the glass to see who was there. Sometimes it looked like me. At other times, I could see someone similar but different in the reflection. A few times, I caught the switch in mid-stare, my expression re-forming like melting rubber, the creases and features of my face softening or hardening until the mutation was complete. Jekyll to Hyde, or Hyde to Jekyll. I felt my inner core change at the same time. I would feel more confident or less confident; mature or childlike; freezing cold or sticky hot, a state that would drive Mum mad as I escaped to the bathroom where I would remain for two hours scrubbing my skin until it was raw. The change was triggered by different emotions: on hearing a particular piece of music; the sight of my father, the smell of his brand of aftershave. I would pick up a book with the certainty that I had not read it before and hear the words as I read them like an echo inside my head. Like Alice in the Lewis Carroll story, I slipped into the depths of the looking glass and couldn't be sure if it was me standing there or an impostor, a lookalike. I felt fully awake most of the time, but sometimes while I was awake it felt as if I were dreaming. In this dream state I didn't feel like me, the real me. I felt numb. My fingers prickled. My eyes in the mirror's reflection were glazed like the eyes of a mannequin in a shop window, my colour, my shape, but without light or focus. These changes were described by Dr Purvis as mood swings and by Mother as floods, but I knew better. All teenagers are moody when it suits them. My Switches could take place when I was alone, transforming me from a bright sixteen-year-old doing her homework into a sobbing child curled on the bed staring at the wall. The weeping fit would pass and I would drag myself back to the mirror expecting to see a child version of myself. 'Who are you?' I'd ask. I could hear the words; it sounded like me but it wasn't me. I'd watch my lips moving and say it again, 'Who are you?	amnesia change child dissociated-state dissociation dissociative dissociative-identity-disorder dream-like dreaming emotion emotionals identity identity-alternation identity-confusion identity-crisis identity-switch impostor incest lookalike memory-loss mental-health mirror multiple-personality-disorder personality-switch sexual-abuse split-personality survivor trauma trigger triggered unreal unreality	Alice Jamieson
7a93cf3	En su habitacion del hotel la muerte, desnuda, esta delante del espejo. No sabe quien es.	mirror	José Saramago
e781403	For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.	brother-sister-relationships female five genitals growing-up human human-body mirror puberty sexuality sister teenage-girl teenager woman womanhood wonderful	Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
145b941	They had lied. Time was not a friend that healed all wounds ;it was the enemy that ravaged and murdered youth.	lied mirror murder stranger stranger-in-the-mirror young youth	Sidney Sheldon
945921e	Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say -- yes you might say, nature without humanity.	jean-paul mirror nausea sartre	Jean-Paul Sartre
9626d75	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.	brother confusion funny genitals girl gross hand-mirror humorous mirror random resentful sexuality sibling sour-cream teenage-boy teenage-girl weird woman	Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
aed2b97	Maybe the mother manages to be a mirror only part of the time. In such 'tantalizing' cases, some babies learn to withdraw their own needs when the mother's are evident.	mirror mothers	Alison Bechdel
0955253	He remembered hearing Karl tell James once that it was hard for people to ever know what they really looked like. Reflections in mirrors weren't accurate, Karl said, because when you stared at yourself in a mirror, you subconsciously composed your face in a way that wasn't your natural expression. Marvin wondered it that was true when you were with strangers too. Maybe you only looked like your true self with the people you loved. And maybe that was a face you yourself hardly ever got to see...	love mirror reflections reflective self true-self	Elise Broach
737353c	The human mind-we have come to observe-tricks out distinctions in principles of oposition. A man more foul will likely be less benign. A woman with a greedy belly may also be mean with her widow's might. The way a man slakes his thirst and a woman slakes her thirst are not identical, for they thirst for different things. Perhaps this is why humans rely on the mirror, to get beyond the simple me-you, handsome-hideous, menacing-merciful. In a mirror, humans see that the one is also also them: the two are the same, one one. The menace accompanies the mercy. The transcendent cohabits with the corrupt. What stirring lives humans have managed to live, knowing this of themselves! And so we have made a mirror, and in our foolishness lost it, and the one who set out to reclaim it had never returned. Back into our unexamined selves we slunk, until she arrived at our door. (140)	menace mercy mirror	Gregory Maguire
aeed40a	Ksiazki sa lustrem: widzisz w nich tylko to co, juz masz w sobie.	książki lustro mirror polish	Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

Stephenie Meyer

7a2464e

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

appearance beautiful beauty bukowski classic classics loneliness lonely mirror people poem poetry reflection self self-esteem soul superficial superficial-beauty superficiality ugly

Charles Bukowski

86deb4c

It is when you lose sight of yourself, that you lose your way. To keep your truth in sight you must keep yourself in sight and the world to you should be a mirror to reflect to you your image; the world should be a mirror that you reflect upon.

inspirational inspirational-attitude inspirational-life inspirational-quotes mirror reflections self self-awareness self-discovery self-reflection the-world truth

C. JoyBell C.

c963721

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

face humor mirror ugliness

P.G. Wodehouse

c474a23

What does a mirror look at?

dune frank herbert mirror scifi

Frank Herbert

47610cd

The leap of faith is this: You have to believe, or at least pretend you believe until you really believe it, that you are strong enough to take life face on. Eating disorders, on any level, are a crutch. They are also an addiction and illness, but there is no question at all that they are quite simply a way of avoiding the banal, daily, itchy pain of life. Eating disorders provide a little drama, they feed into the desire for constant excitement, everything becomes life-or-death, everything is terribly grand and crashing, very Sturm and Drang. And they are distracting. You don't have to think about any of the nasty minutiae of the real world, you don't get caught up in that awful boring thing called regular life, with its bills and its breakups and its dishes and laundry and groceries and arguments over whose turn it is to change the litter box and bedtimes and bad sex and all that, because you are having a real drama, not a sitcom but a GRAND EPIC, all by yourself, and why would you bother with those foolish mortals when you could spend hours and hours with the mirror, when you are having the most interesting sado-machistic affair with your own image?

drama eating-disorders mirror sadomasochism

Marya Hornbacher

d1d9dea

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

mirror reflection

Francesca Lia Block

3f9c401

"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched--by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)"

apple asymmetry atlantic autumn blind-man blossom bones clock colors depression eyes god horror journey left-eye living-things madness mirror nineteen-years-old power-of-sight prayer questions sacraments smile starlight tree wind

Tim Willocks

84e999e

"You never want to look in a mirror," Lula said. "Men love mirrors. They look at themselves doing the deed and they see Rex the Wonder Horse. Women look at themselves and think they need to renew their membership at the gym."

humor mirror sex

Janet Evanovich

9129d14

Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.

mirror

Virginia Woolf

d023031

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.

dying face living mirror

Christopher Isherwood

2a75fd7

Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror.

coldness mirror reflection

Irvine Welsh

aac8a24

I had a bizarre rapport with this mirror and spent a lot of time gazing into the glass to see who was there. Sometimes it looked like me. At other times, I could see someone similar but different in the reflection. A few times, I caught the switch in mid-stare, my expression re-forming like melting rubber, the creases and features of my face softening or hardening until the mutation was complete. Jekyll to Hyde, or Hyde to Jekyll. I felt my inner core change at the same time. I would feel more confident or less confident; mature or childlike; freezing cold or sticky hot, a state that would drive Mum mad as I escaped to the bathroom where I would remain for two hours scrubbing my skin until it was raw. The change was triggered by different emotions: on hearing a particular piece of music; the sight of my father, the smell of his brand of aftershave. I would pick up a book with the certainty that I had not read it before and hear the words as I read them like an echo inside my head. Like Alice in the Lewis Carroll story, I slipped into the depths of the looking glass and couldn't be sure if it was me standing there or an impostor, a lookalike. I felt fully awake most of the time, but sometimes while I was awake it felt as if I were dreaming. In this dream state I didn't feel like me, the real me. I felt numb. My fingers prickled. My eyes in the mirror's reflection were glazed like the eyes of a mannequin in a shop window, my colour, my shape, but without light or focus. These changes were described by Dr Purvis as mood swings and by Mother as floods, but I knew better. All teenagers are moody when it suits them. My Switches could take place when I was alone, transforming me from a bright sixteen-year-old doing her homework into a sobbing child curled on the bed staring at the wall. The weeping fit would pass and I would drag myself back to the mirror expecting to see a child version of myself. 'Who are you?' I'd ask. I could hear the words; it sounded like me but it wasn't me. I'd watch my lips moving and say it again, 'Who are you?

amnesia change child dissociated-state dissociation dissociative dissociative-identity-disorder dream-like dreaming emotion emotionals identity identity-alternation identity-confusion identity-crisis identity-switch impostor incest lookalike memory-loss mental-health mirror multiple-personality-disorder personality-switch sexual-abuse split-personality survivor trauma trigger triggered unreal unreality

Alice Jamieson

7a93cf3

En su habitacion del hotel la muerte, desnuda, esta delante del espejo. No sabe quien es.

mirror

José Saramago

e781403

For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.

brother-sister-relationships female five genitals growing-up human human-body mirror puberty sexuality sister teenage-girl teenager woman womanhood wonderful

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

145b941

They had lied. Time was not a friend that healed all wounds ;it was the enemy that ravaged and murdered youth.

lied mirror murder stranger stranger-in-the-mirror young youth

Sidney Sheldon

945921e

Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say -- yes you might say, nature without humanity.

jean-paul mirror nausea sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre

9626d75

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.

brother confusion funny genitals girl gross hand-mirror humorous mirror random resentful sexuality sibling sour-cream teenage-boy teenage-girl weird woman

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

aed2b97

Maybe the mother manages to be a mirror only part of the time. In such 'tantalizing' cases, some babies learn to withdraw their own needs when the mother's are evident.

mirror mothers

Alison Bechdel

0955253

He remembered hearing Karl tell James once that it was hard for people to ever know what they really looked like. Reflections in mirrors weren't accurate, Karl said, because when you stared at yourself in a mirror, you subconsciously composed your face in a way that wasn't your natural expression. Marvin wondered it that was true when you were with strangers too. Maybe you only looked like your true self with the people you loved. And maybe that was a face you yourself hardly ever got to see...

love mirror reflections reflective self true-self

Elise Broach

737353c

The human mind-we have come to observe-tricks out distinctions in principles of oposition. A man more foul will likely be less benign. A woman with a greedy belly may also be mean with her widow's might. The way a man slakes his thirst and a woman slakes her thirst are not identical, for they thirst for different things. Perhaps this is why humans rely on the mirror, to get beyond the simple me-you, handsome-hideous, menacing-merciful. In a mirror, humans see that the one is also also them: the two are the same, one one. The menace accompanies the mercy. The transcendent cohabits with the corrupt. What stirring lives humans have managed to live, knowing this of themselves! And so we have made a mirror, and in our foolishness lost it, and the one who set out to reclaim it had never returned. Back into our unexamined selves we slunk, until she arrived at our door. (140)

menace mercy mirror

Gregory Maguire

aeed40a

Ksiazki sa lustrem: widzisz w nich tylko to co, juz masz w sobie.

książki lustro mirror polish

Carlos Ruiz Zafón