#mirror

When I grew older and awkward, when my parents divorced and life had gone all to hell, Demetrie stood me at the wardrobe mirror and told me over and over, 'You are beautiful. You are smart. You are important.' It was an incredible gift to give a child who thinks nothing of herself. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#beautiful #child #divorced #gift #give

Hypocrites in the Church? Yes, and in the lodge and at the home. Don't hunt through the Church for a hypocrite. Go home and look in the mirror. Hypocrites? Yes. See that you make the number one less. ↗

— Billy Sunday

#go #go home #home #hunt #hypocrite

When I draw a character, very often as I'm doing a face, my face mirrors the expression. ↗

— Matthew Ashford

#doing #draw #expression #face #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

In old age, mirror is not a friend! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#age

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#life

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) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

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

— P.G. Wodehouse

#face #humor #mirror #ugliness #humor

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

— Francesca Lia Block

#mirror #reflection #life

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

— José Saramago

#mirror #death