When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
The evolution of the universe is both mirrored by and incumbent upon your own.
Working good brings me closer to the man in the mirror...
Reflect the light of love by becoming the mirror of kindness.
Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
I also dance to music that makes me feel sexy in front of a mirror.
The spectacle is at the same time the mirage of self in the mirror of things.
People often ask: If there’s a God, how can He allow so much suffering in the world? Realize all world suffering you perceive is a mirror to your own psychological self-abuse, gender imbalance, prejudice, poverty, and hunger. You couldn’t even pe...
To Vic and other kids his age, the past didn't exist except as a quick, oversimplified Wikipedia snippets, that ultimately didn't matter because they weren't now. Dolores wonders if that is all she really is, a little piece of now, relentlessly pushe...
Insomniacs should not be forced to exist in a realm with reflective glass. From the first look I’m boxed in a prism, rainbows charming the other dark-circled self into sharing my prison. One eye turns on the other, each accusing the other of being ...
The speed felt tremendous. And the bottom of the ravine was treacherous. She ought to control her mount somehow - slow it; steer it to safer footing. Of course. And while she was at it, she ought to defeat the Alend Monarch's army, take care of Maste...
The story of Terisa and Geraden began very much like a fable. She was a princess in a high tower. He was a hero come to rescue her. She was the only daughter of wealth and power. He was the seventh son of the lord of the seventh Care. She was beautif...
The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. "If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare with me in my white mask?" "Who can compare with him in his white mask?" I asked Death beside me. "Who can compare with me?" said Death, "...
Mirrors,' she said, 'are never to be trusted.
Your greatest enemy is your own relection
Bewilderment increases in the presence of the mirrors.
Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations.
I can't look in the mirror and look at fake things. I just can't. I'd rather age.
As we write we summon little demons.
He was the boy with the book. Always and forever.
A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.
