#image

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#children #epiphany #inspiration #mirror-images #inspirational

I'm sensitive about my image of being hard to reach. ↗

— Roone Arledge

#being #hard #i #image #reach

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me. ↗

— Ian Botham

#dying #i #image #me #stay

Maybe I'm too masculine. Casting directors cast in their own, or an idealized image. Maybe I don't look like anybody's ideal. ↗

— Charles Bronson

#cast #casting #casting directors #directors #i

Therefore, when we arrive in a place and talk to new people about a new image, it is very hard for them to visualize it. That's where the drawings are very important, because at least we can show a projection of what we believe it will look like. ↗

— Christo

#arrive #because #believe #drawings #hard

I like surfers. Their imagery, it's great. ↗

— Ray Davies

#i #imagery #like #their

A lot of really good directors have a killer in them, as if they'd do anything to get that image. But that comes with the terrain and I don't mind it. ↗

— Judy Davis

#comes #directors #get #good #i

Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed. ↗

— Indra Devi

#image #like #long #mind #mirror

I knew exactly how I wanted it to play, but you are never sure until you watch the projected images reflect off the screen. That's when you know it worked. ↗

— Conrad Hall

#how #i #images #knew #know

The necropolis has never seemed a city of death to me; I know its purple roses (which other people think so hideous) shelter hundreds of small animals and birds. The executions I have seen performed and have performed myself so often are no more than a trade, a butchery of human beings who are for the most part less innocent and less valuable than cattle. When I think of my own death, or the death of someone who has been kind to me, or even of the death of the sun, the image that comes to my mind is that of the nenuphar, with its glossy, pale leaves and azure flower. Under flower and leaves are black roots as fine and strong as hair, reaching down into the dark waters. ↗

— Gene Wolfe

#death