The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.

Death is a mirror which reflects the vain gesticulations of the living. The whole motley confusion of acts, occasions, regrets and hopes which is the life of each one of us finds in death, not meaning or explanation, but an end.

It is true that your world is only a mirror of you.

The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.

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

The world is a mirror representing the divine life...

Each day in the mirror I watch death at work.

World is decay, life is perception.

my soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body is its frame

El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

The world just reflects your own feelings back at you.

I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.

Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.

In mourning it is the world which has become poor and empty; in melancholia it is the ego itself.