Quotes About Vanity

leathery tan face and eyes popping from white rings of flesh left by tanning goggles, had his head so far up his ass that he needed a snorkel to breathe. At least most thought so.

No, vanity - that was his weakness: the urge to constantly prove to himself and to others that nothing and no one could withstand him and that his heart didn't know either fear nor pity. Liar. He was afraid of everything. Especially himself.

There was an air of indifference about them [the male guests], a calm produced by the gratification of every passion… that special brutality which comes from the habit of breaking down half-hearted resistances that keep one fit and tickle one's vanity—the handling of blooded horses, the pursuit of loose women.

The world is not something to be understood. It is vanity, illusion to even try.

I imagine my children are going to save me from my vanity and be my passion and fill whatever fears I have of the amazing time I'm having right now being gone.

It's all about vanity, isn't it? I think it says something about people if they can't do it

The newspapers of today chronicle with degrading avidity the sins of the second-rate, and with the conscientiousness of the illiterate give us accurate and prosaic details of the doings of people of absolutely no interest whatever. I must give them up.

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Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.

Pride, O pride, thy prize!

Cure for a red nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent colourig it.

By nine, Mildred was powdered, puffed, perfumed, and patted to that state of semi-transparency that a woman seems to achieve when she is really dressed to go out.

Delusional. Like Donald Trump with a comb.

Vanity Fair article headlined THE TROUBLE WITH ANDREW.

With men, as with women, the main struggle is between vanity and comfort; but with men, comfort often wins.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

Those Women who boast the Affections of their Admirers, have a greater share of Vanity than Love.

Women, as they grow older, rely more and more on cosmetics. Men, as they grow older, rely more and more on a sense of humor.

With women, there's a basic female instinct of caring deeply about the way they look; women stars have a narcissist complex.

The common foible of women who have been handsome is to forget that they are no longer so.

The vanity of men, a constant insult to women, is also the ground for the implicit feminine claim of superior sensitivity and morality.

Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.

Cosmetics is the science of a woman's cosmos.