Mirror only can show the out figure but not the inner. So, mirror is mirror and mirror is not an scale or a detector.
If mirror could show inner personality as corrupt, cheat, hypocrite, criminal, etc., mirror would be horror; mirror would be terror; mirror would be what not.
We look at ourselves in a mirror, in a world that is the mirror.
A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts.
The world has become uglier since it began to look into a mirror every day; so let us settle for the mirror image and do without an inspection of the original.
Any psychological accumulation gives birth to the ‘me' which acts as a mirror. The image on the mirror is not the truth.
O, mirror, don't mock at me more. O, mirror, I'm me and not your figure.
Oh, what a mirror! What a defective mirror! Can't show my whole figure together. So, to mirror what can I desire?
The barber all day long stands before mirror, but mirror shows others' figure. What a barber! What a mirror!
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.
The true mirror of our discourse is the course of our lives.
Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.
Looking at yourself in a mirror isn't exactly a study of life.