#mir

I suppose when I started out I would have liked to have been the darling of critics or something, but everybody wants to be loved and admired. ↗

— John Milius

#been #critics #darling #everybody #i

Well, Smoke n' Mirrors has very much a world music flavor and it doesn't park itself in one country. It borrows heavily from the Brazilian angle, which is dear to my heart, and I recorded several albums with that flavor. ↗

— Lee Ritenour

#angle #borrows #brazilian #country #dear

I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#desert #elderly #mirage #age

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. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#dying #face #living #mirror #age

An aged monk led me to the infirmary. "He's got the place to himself. Once the other invalids learned there was a dragon coming they miraculously got well! The lame could walk and the blind decided they didn't really need to see. He's a panacea. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#humor #miracles #age

Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the cold surface and a strange shiver ran up his arm and down his spine. ~ "The Mirror ↗

— Cassie McCown

#paranormal #short-story #the-mirror #ya #age

I’m not sure about all the particulars that led to this moment. Do I believe life is a series of dots to be connected…or that no one can outrun destiny…or that all roads lead to truth and coincidence is a lie to distract us? The reason I was in this place no longer mattered. The harsh reality stared me in the face and demanded an immediate decision. Walk away and blame it on my age. Or stay and try to help a woman who had slowly become my friend over the last few weeks. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#art #artist #beauty #college-application #glass-girl

The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror ↗

— Cassie McCown

#christmas-lites #paranormal #short-story #the-mirror #ya

In old age, mirror is not a friend! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#age

Don't do that!" she exclaimed, shivering at the realization that it had been his fingers touching her. He gave her his lazy, slightly twisted smile and brushed a few pieces of unruly black hair out of his face. "Are you asking me or ordering me?” "Shut up." She glanced around, both to avoid his eyes and make sure no one saw them together. "What's the matter? Worried about what your slaves'll think if they see you talking to me?” "They're my friends," she retorted. "Oh.Right. Of course they are. I mean, from what I saw, Camille would probably do anything for you, right? Friends till the end." He crossed his arms over his chest, and in spite of her anger, she couldn't help but notice how the silvery gray of his shirt set off his black hair and blue eyes. (Lissa&Christian) ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa-dragomir #anger