Claude Chabrol Quotes

Mirrors and images. Or sex and love. These are two separate systems that we miserably try to link.

I love mirrors.

Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and believed them to be trustworthy. . .

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

Mirrors are ice which do not melt: what melts are those who admire themselves in them.

I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself.

All that we are not stares back at what we are.

When you seek out - or seek to avoid - your own reflection, the modern city becomes a hall of mirrors: car windows, reflective walls, and plate glass are everywhere, transmitting a cacophony of different versions of you - this one too short, that one too wide, another one with a sickly color you've never seen before.

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurerance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

If I were a carpenter, I would build you a window to my soul. But I would leave that window shut and locked, so that every time you tried to look through it all you would see is your own reflection. You would see that my soul is a reflection of you.

We all know a mirror reflects us, if you look in it. If you move, the reflection moves. If you project from a mirror, meaning it will project an image, it's nothing to do with you. The world seen by nobody.

What does a mirror look at?

All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.

Love After Love all your life, whom you have ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

When you look into a mirror it is not yourself you see, but a kind of apish error posed in fearful symmetry kool uoy nehW rorrim a otni ton si ti ˛ees uoy flesruoy dnik a tub rorre hsipa fo lufraef ni desop yrtemmys

I am locked into the mirror and there is no door out.

Remember it's all just a mirror we made to see ourselves in.

It was just the two of us, inside there with just mirrors, all the way around us. Everywhere we looked, there were these two freaks, sitting at a table, eyeballing each other.

There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love?

You can't see the world through a mirror.

I've looked in the mirror every day for 20 years. It's the same face.

The mirror is not you. The mirror is you looking at yourself.

You are but an appearance, and not absolutely the thing you appear to be.

Mind is the illusion that which is not but appears, and appears so much that you think that you are the mind.