Erich Maria Remarque Quotes

You can't see the world through a mirror.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

Without consciousness there would, practically speaking, be no world, for the world exists as such only in so far as it is consciously reflected and considered by a psyche. Consciousness is a precondition of being.

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

The poem is itself a mirror.

The world is a reflection of who we are and if we don't like the reflection, it doesn't really help to break the mirror.

I am who I am, you are who you are, and everything else is a perception based on acceptance, deception, smoke, mirrors, and so on. It's what's between us that seems to justify our accidental identities.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

The world is a mirror and reflects back your expectations. What you get is what you see.

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.

The world is a mirror into which we look, and see our own image.

Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.' To live alone?' To live. With what you are.

I think the world is like a great mirror, and reflects our lives just as we ourselves look upon it.

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

As we are - the world is.

The Universe is a mirror of consciousness.

How can mirrors be real if our eyes aren't real?

Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.

The tool of every self-portrait is the mirror. You see yourself in it. Turn it the other way, and you see the world .

We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

Look into the mirror of the world, and you will see only yourself.

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

Inside each of us resides the truth, I began, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion.

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching?