Quotes by Mirrors I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me. Rumi spicesmirrorslooks Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty. Rumi divine-beautyclaymirrors The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve. Rumi jealousangelmirrors What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool. Rumi foolmirrorssoul Childhood is like a mirror, which reflects in after life the images first presented to it. Samuel Smiles childhoodmirrorschildren Childhood is like a mirror, which reflects in afterlife the images first presented to it. The first thing continues forever with the child. The first joy, the first sorrow, the first success, the first failure, the first achievement, the first misadventure, paint the foreground of his life. Samuel Smiles afterlifemirrorschildren Scientists tracking mirror neurons noticed that a monkey will get excited not just when holding a banana, but also when seeing someone else holding a banana. Sara Genn neuronsmonkeysmirrors Art is sometimes likened to a mirror... an expression of universal human truth, executed with a degree of skill. Sara Genn mirrorsexpressionart Back when I was very small, and we had this bathroom with these sort of paneled mirrors on the side. And I would just sit there - because it was the only warm room in the house. And I would - if I was in a bad place - I would go to my imaginary place with these mirrors, and create this entire other world to sort of help level out what I was dealing with. Sandra Bullock other-worldsmirrorshouse I don't see any kind of mirror of power, male power, that is, as a form of liberation. I don't believe in an eye for an eye. I don't believe this is truly freedom. Sandra Cisneros mirrorseyebelieve Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all? Sara Shepard field-of-dreamswallmirrors Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror. Sarah Dessen riskkissingmirrors This is how women self-sabotage and self-destruct. Unless we have constant witnesses to our hard work, we are convinced we pull off every day of our lives through smoke and mirrors. (27) Sarah Ban Breathnach hard-workmirrorsself What I tend to tell my students is, “When you look in the mirror and see a smart, angry girl who wants to be free, you're seeing a paradigm that Kathy [Acker] helped bring into the recognizable.” Sarah Schulman smartgirlmirrors Oh God, Mae," said Jamie in a hollow voice, descending the stairs. "I will never drink again. I'm only seeing in black and white. My arms feel all floppy, like flightless wings. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like a very sad penguin. Sarah Rees Brennan black-and-whitemirrorswings I don't think there is a woman in her 40s who doesn't, kind of, examine herself in the mirror. Sarah Silverman mirrorskindthinking One of the greatest things my therapist said to me ... and it really blew my mind in the greatest way, he just said, "Look in the mirror less." Sarah Silverman mirrorsmindlooks As I stepped out to face myself in the mirror, reaching a hand to smooth away the steam, I saw myself differently. It was as if I had grown again as I slept, but this time just to fit my own size. As if my soul had expanded, filling out the gaps of the height that had burdened me all these months. Like a balloon filling slowly with air, becoming all smooth and buoyant, I felt like I finally fit within myself, edge to edge, every crevice filled. Sarah Dessen mirrorsairhands I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away. Sarah Dessen squaresmirrorsmoving In a man's letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives. Samuel Johnson mirrorsmenlying«8081828384858687888990»
