All Quotes By Tag: Mirror

“If a man stands before a mirror and sees in it his reflections what he sees is not a true reproduction of himself but a picture of himself when he was a younger man.”

“Silvery is the mirror of timeIf you look at it with mind unruffledEach experience made you strongerEach defeat made you enamelled”

“How much money, and time have you spent looking for the secret to success, when all you had to do was look in the mirror, and you would have seen it staring you in the face.The secret has, and always will be, you.That is what the secret is, but you just didn’t want to believe it was that easy, did you?”

“I might be fragile like a mirror. You might be the rock.Hit me all you want.But still in the end I’ll be the one shining.”

“Be careful who you choose to allow into your circle, our behaviour and thought patterns mirror those we hang around with.”

“En su habitación del hotel la muerte, desnuda, está delante del espejo. No sabe quién es.”

“Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.”

“You might just find God in a mirror one day.”

“Teaching holds a mirror to the soul. If I am willing to look in that mirror and not run from what I see I have a chance to gain self knowledge and knowing myself is as crucial to good teaching as knowing my students and my subject. In fact, knowing my students and my subject depends heavily on self knowledge.”

“Wrinkles only exist in the mirror. Break the mirror and the wrinkles are gone.”

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

“There is nothing worse for the lying soul than the mirror of reality.”

“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)”

“People often ask: If there’s a God, how can He allow so much suffering in the world? Realize all world suffering you perceive is a mirror to your own psychological self-abuse, gender imbalance, prejudice, poverty, and hunger. You couldn’t even perceive each suffering aspect of external reality if it didn’t already exist within you. Touch and transmute your own psychological suffering, and perceive the world in kind.”

“Because you’re a creation of God, you reflect the Divine qualities of creativity, wisdom, and love.”