Alexandra Kleeman Quotes

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

Never trust a mirror,' his mother had told him. 'They never tell the truth unless you make them.

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

I know a lot of people think, 'She's so glamorous.' But that's really not me at all.

One goes on with the blithe belief that who you really are is transparent to everybody. Then you realise, with some horror, that in fact it's not. So all you can do is keep muddying the waters a bit.

I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.

People create the sort of myths they want to believe about themselves.

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.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

We'd all like to be taken for what we'd like to be.

Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans and glide off down the lake. Whether your sunglasses are on or off, you only see the world you make.

I look in the mirror. There's me. What's in the mirror is not real. So am I unreal?

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

Exaggeration! was ever any virtue attributed to a man without exaggeration? was ever any vice, without infinite exaggeration? Do we not exaggerate ourselves to ourselves, or do we recognize ourselves for the actual men we are? Are we not all great men? Yet what are we actually, to speak of? We live by exaggeration.

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

We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It’s no matter that this dye doesn’t fool you. My lady, you don’t dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.

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

That doesn't sound like my Margo", she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.

Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.

Is a man what he seems to the astronomer, a tiny lump of impure carbon and water crawling impotently on a small and unimportant planet? Or is he what he appears to Hamlet? Is he perhaps both as once?

We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

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.

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

We live our lives based on who we think we are.

I don't care if I'm funny. I just want people to believe I'm that guy.