#mirror

Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there. ↗

— Josephine Humphreys

#doubt #mirrors #beauty

To whom pursuit beauty only have to see their reflection in the mirror because you are a child of god and there is no more beauty in that ↗

— Vira Luna

#childd #god #mirror #beauty

...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror... ↗

— John Geddes

#ice #mirror #reflection #beauty

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

Sometimes answeres can change everything. ↗

— Rhianna Pratchett

#change

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

From mirror to mirror — this is what I happen to dream of — the totality of things, the whole, the entire universe, divine wisdom could concentrate their luminous rays into a single mirror. Or perhaps the knowledge of everything is buried in the soul, and a system of mirrors that would multiply my image would then reveal to me the soul of the universe, which is hidden in mine. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#soul #universe #dreams

Here I am Looking at the world’s mirror Finding myself at the center of a maze Constructing the roots of a dream for a nationless society by the power of peace ↗

— Rixa White

#finding-myself #nationless-society #power-of-peace #roots-of-a-dream #silentaria

The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#into #mirrors #purpose #turn #whole