Mirror Reflection Quotes

“Jealousy is when their reflection in the mirror that is your progress, is attacked rather than appreciated, begrudged rather than understood.”
― Sam Owen, 500 Relationships And Life Quotes: Bite-Sized Advice For Busy People

“You ever see your reflection in a mirror and suddenly see all the little changes that have taken place since you were a teenager? It's depressing.”
― Noah Van Sciver, Saint Cole

“Yet how can we distinguish ‘The Self’ from ‘The Other,’ when we are The Other, to other people’s Self?”
― Ana Maria Santuario, FAITH, In Stories That Change

“After they toweled her off, Emeline grudgingly let them dress her in a pale gold gown that fell to the floor. A trail of delicate poplar leaves was sewn into the bodice. The leaves, stitched in ivory thread, trailed gently along the boatneck collar, as if blown there by a breeze. They were so finely wrought, she could almost see them moving.
Next, the women braided her black hair into a knot at the nape of her neck, lacing it through with sprigs of Queen Anne's lace.
Last, they took her sliced palm and carefully salved it, then wrapped it tight with slender strips of gauzy white cotton, fastening it with with a golden pin.
"There," said the curvy brown attendant, her voice like summer rain. A smile ghosted her soft lips as she turned Emeline to the gilt mirror. "Look."
In the polished smoky surface, Emeline found a stranger staring back. Gone was the broke musician who desperately needed new jeans, who wore her grandfather's oversized cardigan to keep him close, and who rarely remembered to brush her hair.
The girl standing in the mirror had stepped straight out of a story. Her black eyes were dark pools in her pale face, and her cheekbones were dusted with gold to match her dress.
She looked utterly foreign and strange.”
― Kristen Ciccarelli, Edgewood

“There was something behind the glass, behind her reflection and the wash of clouded sky above her. She gazed past the surface, as though she were looking deep into clear water, ignoring the ripples and movements on the surface to search out what lived beneath. A tree, she realized, bending in a faint breeze, draped with purple leaves like streamers. Pure-silver flowers winked and sparkled in the deep foliage, swinging gently like bells, though Alaine couldn't hear anything. She gazed deeper, drinking in the beauty of a silver mist of moss on the ground, of a tangle of pale branches woven into knot-work unnaturally symmetrical, down to thorns bowing deeply to one another in vine-wrought curls.
Something moved in the purple-and-silver forest, a figure, sliding like mist through the boughs. A woman--- Alaine started. She was tall and slim, shaped more than anything like a birch tree, with the same silver-pale gleam. Her hair was loose behind her, wound through with purple flowers, painfully bright against her fair waves. She looked up, gazing right at Alaine, almost meeting her eyes---
And then the mirror shattered in her hands.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“....a tirade against Paolo Sorrentino’s film The Great Beauty........It struck me.
But what struck me even more was what happened a few months later, when I finally saw the film and, at the same time, got to know him better. And I realized he was exactly one of the characters Sorrentino had portrayed: obsessed with appearances, caught up in social rituals, incapable of deep desire. A man tired on the inside, moving through the world like an actor on a stage with no more script.

That’s when I understood: it wasn’t the film that had disturbed him.
It was the reflection it had given him.
He had recognized himself — and that had frightened him.

That kind of fear that makes you say: “How dare you judge me?” when in reality, no one has judged you.
You’ve simply seen yourself.
And sometimes, seeing ourselves is far more unsettling than being seen.”
― Pierenrico Gottero, The Island of What Could Have Been: Back to the Middle Lands