As we pass the mirror in the bedroom, my attention is drawn to the lovely couple in the reflection. There is a man, tall with broad shoulders. His red hair cut short. He has nothing but a towel on. In his arms is a female, slender but muscular. Her w...
Thanks to our artists, we pretend well, living under canopies of painted clouds and painted gods, in halls of marble floors across which the sung Masses paint hope in deep impatsi of echo. We make of the hollow world a fuller, messier, prettier place...
What Althusser does… is to rethink the concept of ideology in terms of Lacan’s ‘imaginary’. For the relation of an individual subject to society as a whole in Althusser’s theory is rather like the relation of the small child to his or her m...
Beauty is more a danger than intelligence or wit. One becomes a living mirror for the inadequacies of others.
The Perfect Man uses his mind like a mirror - going after nothing, welcoming nothing, responding but not storing.
You, lass, have a self-image problem.” Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror.
When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.
Let me give you a wonderful Zen practice. Wake up in the morning...look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.
What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.
...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...
Like the playwrights of the Absurd, Woolrich recognized that a senseless story best mirrors a senseless existence.
Someone else's idea of happiness was a lot easier to attain than a happiness I could not envision and didn't think I deserved.
Never trust a mirror,' his mother had told him. 'They never tell the truth unless you make them.
But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality.
Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
I do fear for the generations of people who came of age thinking that pop-punk is what punk is, and that all the rebellion you need is just to stick your tongue out in the mirror every once in a while.
No reprimand in the mirror Slow walk to Liberia Slow dance across the Sahara Slow unraveling of gray matter
I just recently figured out how mirrors work. Pretty cool. That guy always hungrily staring at my naked body was me!
Time is like a barber, it shears you first and then shows you your own face in the mirror. (Marrying Nusrat)
I want to look into a mirror that will love my own reflection harder than I hate myself.
The moon is too old, the flower is too old;even the sunset is not enough. The only relevant metaphor for you is your mirror image.
