Quotes About Vanity

Isn't there a mirror someplace where you can go admire yourself?" "I never knew a woman so hung up on my good looks." "All your women are hung up on your good looks. They just pretend it's your personality.

Isn't there a mirror someplace where you can go admire yourself?" - Molly "I never knew a woman so hung up on my good looks." - Kevin "All your women are hung up on your good looks. They just pretend it's your personality." "I swear, somebody needs to spank you." "You are, like, so not the man to do it." "You are, like, such a damned brat.

Lani regarded smudged mascara as a worse catastrophe than nuclear holocaust.

There will always be vain, obsessive people who want to own rare and extraordinary things whatever the cost there will always be people for whom owning beautiful, dangerous animals brings a sense of power and magic.

The idea of being forgotten is terrifying. I fear not just that I, personally, will be forgotten, but that we are all doomed to being forgotten—that the sum of life is ultimately nothing; that we experience joy and disappointment and aches and delights and loss, make our little mark on the world, and then we vanish, and the mark is erased, and it is as if we never existed. If

Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation is completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say.

he might have recently had more work done, because his lips are puffier than usual. And his prep team really needs to use a lighter hand with his blush.

He went on to say that if the Wicked Queen were around today, the whole story might have been different, because she would have looked in her Magic Mirror and said, "If I got a little laser work around the jaw and eyelids, I might still be considered the Fairest in the Land.

Do you see Professoressa Marchese?" "No." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he glanced from one person to another. "Of course, I'm not sure what she looks like these days. Once she became rich and famous, she stopped attending conferences. Too busy to toil in the groves of academia with the rest of us." He added waspishly, "And she's been using that same author photo for at least twenty years. Too vain to let the years show, I suppose.

What man needs is not philosophy or religion in the academic or formalistic sense of the term, but ability to think rightly. The malady of the age is not absence of philosophy or even irreligion but wrong thinking and a vanity which passes for knowledge. Though it is difficult to define right thinking, it cannot be denied that it is the goal of the aspirations of everyone.

I do remember that I was sitting in the make-up chair before the shoots for a commercial or film or other, and I thought: Sometime soon they are going to make a close-up of me and millions of people can see how many pimples I've got on my cheeks.

I just like to look beautiful sometimes.

There must be something wrong with the mirrors in our house because every single one I gaze into makes me appear somewhat overweight.

She who boasts of lovers soon has none.

Once, every woman owned a small mirrored compact, and it was considered normal - sophisticated even - to flip it open to discreetly check for things like nose-glow or lipstick smudge.

A good set of eyelashes can fix a lot. Or at least make you feel more confident. I can't live without them, I'm sorry. I can't look at myself without them. It's not that I don't feel pretty, but they make me feel prettier. And I don't know why someone doesn't want to look prettier.

How many emperors and how many princes have lived and died and no record of them remains, and they only sought to gain dominions and riches in order that their fame might be ever-lasting.

You'll find that empty vessels make the most sound.

Bragging just sounds good, man.

The unforgivable political sin is vanity; the killer diet is sour grapes.

When I die there may be a paragraph or two in the newspapers. My name will linger in the British Museum Reading Room catalogue for a space at the head of a long list of books for which no one will ever ask.

I scroll through iPhone photos and see that if I delete pictures of myself with a double chin, I will erase all proof of my glorious life.