Quotes About Vanity

Vanity's really overrated. When I was 20, teenage girls had my picture on the wall... I don't need to be pretty anymore. I just am who I am.

I didn't want to end up in Hollywood having facelifts and my hair dyed blond so I could appear on my own album cover.

Men work on their bodies. They want to be looked at.

Massive self-confidence is boring.

Looks aren't a big thing to me. I keep reading these articles in fan magazines about me, and I don't even know who they're talking about. It's boring.

I have done Botox before. I just don't love doing it. It gives me so much anxiety!

I see pictures of myself BB - before Botox - and I see the ones after and I am happy. I am on television 1,500 times a year and it is a very small way, and a safe way, of looking a little bit better than I used to.

I've definitely over-filled and I've definitely had some bad Botox where your eyes drop but, y'know, there's no shame in my game.

I've not had Botox, no.

I've never had Botox. But I like people to imagine I have.

I had a go with Botox but looked both scared and surprised at the same time. I don't like to be either.

I have a thing against using botox and fillers. That's not my thing at all.

I don't do anything with my brows.

This is really bad to admit but, you know, when you put your name in Google to see how many credits it's got by your name or something. So you put in 'Dolly Wells' and suddenly it goes 'Dolly Wells Feet' or something.

It's pure vanity that keeps me eating healthy, but I adore fried food and sugar.

I did the lip filler which was a disaster and it did not look good at all. It was very bad it didn't suit me at all.

I remember having to take detours around the Hollywood sign to avoid having to see this grotesque poster of myself on Sunset Boulevard.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Deep down, I'm pretty superficial.

L.A. is so fake - girls there are so superficial.

If you get too caught up with the superficial part of beauty, you get too self-conscious.

You would compliment a coxcomb doing a good act, but you would not praise an angel.

Si la maldad y la vanidad usan el abrigo de la filantropía, ¿debería yo callar?

Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat.