A Quote by Sefton Delmer

I gazed into the mirror... There, staring at me, was the pallid, flabby-mouthed face of a crook — © Sefton Delmer
I gazed into the mirror... There, staring at me, was the pallid, flabby-mouthed face of a crook

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Looking in the mirror, staring back at me isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.
One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.
Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.
You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?
From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.
I'm often spotted when I'm staring at something open-mouthed and I'm sure people must think I'm not acting.
Me? Well, I don't know, I must go to a dictionary and learn what a crook is. I've never been a crook.
There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.
I've never mouthed a dialogue in front of the mirror. I only peep in to check my hair.
I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.
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?
Let Go of Your Worries Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images. If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects. If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require? Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not.
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
I have gazed on the face of Agamemnon.
Every time I look in the mirror, I see that kid from Louisville, Kentucky, staring back at me. His name was Cassius Clay.
Nixon was a crook, but he was our crook. He didn't have the KGB do the Watergate job.
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