As a musician, it’s only natural that my music mirrors my life.
You mirror what the world mirrors to you.
I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you’re left with a whole bunch of illusions. Smoke and mirrors.
I would be happy to live in a world with no mirrors, but at the same time, it’s great to look good on stage because you feel you’re offering more than just the music.
My mum raised me in a home without mirrors. She’s a staunch feminist and wanted us to know that what we look like is the least interesting thing about us.
Mirrors are part of my life and an ever-changing source of delight, displeasure or even disaster, depending on which one I am looking in. I look in a magnifying mirror when I pluck my eyebrows in the morning, full-length mirrors every day in rehearsal, and I often nervously bring out a compact to check my make-up.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
The people we are in relationships with are always a mirror, reflecting our own beliefs, and simultaneously we are mirrors, reflecting their beliefs.
I speed up past mirrors.
I stayed away from mirrors when I was younger and I didn’t like having my picture taken. I was tall and had braces and felt ugly.
I really believe that the virtual world mirrors the physical world.
Looking at yourself through the media is like looking at one of those rippled mirrors in an amusement park.
I spend so much time in front of mirrors as part of my job that I try to avoid them outside work.
I don’t like clothes shopping and trying on outfits in stuffy cubicles in men’s shops, looking hideous in the wrap-round mirrors, is something I attempt as seldom as possible.
I have this phobia: I don’t like mirrors. And I don’t watch myself on television. If anything comes on, I make them shut it off, or I leave the room.
There’s no smoke and mirrors here.
In general, I think people should be skeptical of the Internet as a reference tool because so much of what’s on it is unreliable and costumed – a hall of mirrors.
They are desperate for surrogates to get behind Trump, and they can’t find anyone who has actually had genuine success who is willing to stand behind him. That is because he is all smoke and mirrors. We know he doesn’t have all the money he claims he has.
There’s a convention that books are mirrors of the real world, but our fact-obsessed age also wants fiction to be factually based and trustworthy.
I would say that my downswing mirrors the path of my backswing pretty closely.
I find it fascinating how hip hop as a culture mirrors every mythology from the beginning of mythology. The concept of the single mother and child – the Madonna concept. Hip-hoppers were raised in that.
Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
I punished myself and avoided my reflection in mirrors and any windows. I would see myself reflected back, and I would look away, trying to pretend I didn’t exist, because I hated myself so much.
I grew up in dance class, so I was looking in mirrors all day.
At a certain point, you have to take the rearview mirrors off the bus and focus forward, and that’s what we’ve sought to do.
This is indeed not only relevant to Documentary but is evident is most type of film making. The film often mirrors the experience, understanding and politics of the director.
Any consideration of the story we call ‘Cinderella’ for simplicity’s sake must acknowledge that ‘Cinderella’ has had a dizzying array of personae over hundreds of years, in several cultures. There is no one authoritative tale of ‘Cinderella,’ only a hall of mirrors with a different face in each reflection.
Fate and history have a similar feeling. They are weird mirrors to each other.
Mirrors are ice which do not melt: what melts are those who admire themselves in them.
Growing up, others girls wanted to dance and help their mums with the cooking. I liked to play soccer with the boys. Or I’d be off on my own, tilting mirrors towards the sun in order to burn armies of ants. That was my idea of fun.
I personally never expected anything of Obama, and wrote about it before the 2008 primaries. I thought it was smoke and mirrors.
Cyclists. I really hate them. I wish they would not be so self-righteous and realise they are a danger to pedestrians. I wish cyclists would not vindictively snap off wing mirrors on cars when they were trying to cross in front of the car at a danger to motorists and pedestrians.
I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.
When I was modelling, I spent half my life staring at thousands of perfect reflections. It got to a stage where I was losing all sense of reality – so after I quit modelling, I took all the mirrors out of my house.
In many ways, anti-anti-Trumpism mirrors Donald Trump himself because, at its core there are no fixed values, no respect for constitutional government or ideas of personal character – only a free-floating nihilism cloaked in insult, mockery, and bombast.
When I work out at home, I don’t have mirrors, and I really like it. When I’m not working out in front of a mirror, I don’t have those conversations with myself that I have in the gym, when my head starts drifting in all those dark spots.
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