Quotes About Self-obsession

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

It may easily come to pass that a vain man may become proud and imagine himself pleasing to all when he is in reality a universal nuisance.

I don't think anyone gets bored of being called good-looking. We are all vain in one way or another.

I have been vain since birth.

I used to be terribly vain. I'd spend a lot of time pampering myself and applying make-up and hoping that I'd look nice.

Edith Sitwell's interest in art was largely confined to portraits of herself.

People often discounted narcissism as relatively harmless because the term sometimes conjured the clichéd image of a vain man staring longingly at his reflection in a pool of water or a mirror.

Self-obsession, that treacherous time waster.

Self-obsession is not self-realization but self-destruction.

I am self-centred. I just adore myself.

I'm always scared to tell people if they're being self obsessed because then it looks like I'm just thinking about them not caring about me?

Society is fickle, it's vain and self-obsessed. Watch how it'll judge without a chance to protest.

There is a sort of man who pays no attention to his good actions, but is tormented by his bad ones. This is the type that most often writes about himself.

You know what's at the heart of the misery of a breakdown? Me-itis. Microcosmosis. Drowning in the tiny tub of yourself

he proclaimed his spiritual superiority: "I know more than all the world put tog[ethe]r. & If the h[oly]. G[host]. in me com[municates]: more than all the world I will associate with it."83 Charlotte Haven, who visited Nauvoo in 1843, noticed that Smith "talked incessantly about himself, what he had done and could do more than other mortals, and remarked that he was 'a giant, physically and mentally.' In fact, he seemed to forget that he was a man.

As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves.

As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have now fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves.

Entitlement was, she knew, a terrible thing. It chained the person to their victimhood. It gobbled up all the air around it. Until the person lived in a vacuum, where nothing good could flourish.

Novels hadn't interested her for a long time now: not for a moment could she tear her mind away from her own life and concentrate on somebody else.

there is endless despair at the centre of every narcissistic self-portrait.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small package.

A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small bundle.

All you ever think about it yourself! The reason you're depressed is because you're so self obsessed.