#mirror

Speech is the mirror of action. ↗

— Solon

#mirror #speech

A palindrome is a word or pattern that instead of developing in different directions it folds in on itself so that the beginning and end mirror each other, that they are the same. ↗

— Todd Solondz

#developing #different #different directions #directions #each

You know when civilization began? With the invention of the mirror. ↗

— Shimon Peres

#civilization #invention #know #mirror #you

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

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

In old age, mirror is not a friend! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#age

Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry. ↗

— Aberjhani

#art-and-the-soul #creative-genius #creativity #famous-quotes-by-famous-poets #mirrors

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

I breathe onto a mirror just to make sure I’m still alive, and to see how good looking my breath is. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#breathe #death #funny #mirror #vain