A smile will go the mile, while a frown will take you down.

The mirror will only lie, when you look at it through a mask.

And she looked upon the mirror that was given as a gift. She hated everything about it, from the circular size of it, to the color, and the wooden frame that held it in place. But mostly, she hated looking at herself. Especially into this one that had a scratch on its glass surface, which would reflect back to her face. And as she looked, it would cut her as the words her father would often say, in telling her she was ugly.

God is like a mirror, consistent, stable, unchanging; reflecting His image of us, that is always changing.

Trust is like a two-way mirror, transparent on one side, with a blind dimness unable to see through on the other side.

I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.