Quotes About Conceit

Überstrahlst du solche, die sich hochgelehrt im Geist bedünken, bist du rings ein Ärgernis. (Medeia)

Oh, the enormous conceit of the man!

He asked her if she thought he was conceited. She said there was a difference between conceit and self-confidence. She adored self-confidence in men.

The club motto was To Toot One's Own Horn is Unattractive.

Biraz abart?l? olabilir belki, ama içten içe kendini b?rakt???n o gösteriÅŸ ve kibre küçük bir gönderme sadece.

The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity.

A lot of people think they're better than they are and it can be very hard to get found out when you come up against a good fighter, getting dominated in every single way - every area you thought you were good in.

An example I often use to illustrate the reality of vanity, is this: look at the peacock; it's beautiful if you look at it from the front. But if you look at it from behind, you discover the truth... Whoever gives in to such self-absorbed vanity has huge misery hiding inside them.

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.

I have frequently noticed in myself a tendency to a diffuse style; a disposition to push my metaphors too far, employing a multitude of words to heighten the patness of the image, and so making of it a conceit rather than a metaphor, a fault copiously illustrated in the poetry of Cowley, Waller, Donne, and others of that ilk.

This ridiculous object has been strutting around saying I this and I that and all the while it has no more I than a scarecrow and no more will than a puppet.

Oh, it's too bad!—really, men are tiresome when they think they know everything!

Still I promise myself, "Next time I will do better" in the all-too-human conceit that I will always be offered a "next time.

in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

The years have come and gone in their scores of turnings, and night after night I still take pen in hand and write. Still I strive to understand who I am. Still I promise myself, 'Next time I will do better' in the all-too-human conceit that I will always be offered a 'next time'.

you map the land and draw lines across it, claiming ownership simply because you can draw a picture of it. The plants that grow and the beasts that rove, you mark as your own, claiming not only what lives today, but what might grow tomorrow, to do with as you please. Then, in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

The world is not always so friendly a place that you can afford to squander your advantages on a pointless conceit.

the general trouble with ignorance is always that ignorant people have no idea that that's what they are. You can be ignorant and stupid and go through your whole life without ever encountering any evidence against the hypothesis that you're a genius. If you're stupid you can always blame miscalculation on bad luck.

All that was speculation, and a man can get carried away by a reasonable theory. Often a man finds a theory that explains things and he builds atop that theory, finding all the right answers Ã¢â'¬Â¦ only the basic theory is wrong. But that's the last thing he will want to admit.

Conceit spoils the finest genius.

Conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty.

You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius.

Samoljublje kvari i najve?e genije.

You are getting to be rather conceited my dear, and it is quite time you set about correcting it. You have good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty. -Mrs. March