Quotes About Vanity

The pride of those who cannot edify lies in destruction

What is called family pride is often founded on the illusion of self-love. A man wishes to perpetuate and immortalize himself.

It's pure vanity to presume that love exists only on our terms. A red lead may be the universe for the tortoise beetle or the ladybird. A single touch the ecstasy of a lifetime. (180)

Nowadays, she doesn't even look in a mirror. She's afraid no one will be staring back at her.

We're not so enamored of the priesthood as some," my mother said, washing the dishes after the priest had come for tea, blushing with pride, but also holding her lips in such a way that made it clear she was not going to go overboard—as she would have put it—with her delight in Gabe's success. There were just as many men in rectories, she said, who were vain or lazy or stupid as there were in the general population.

Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything else, God love admiration. You saying God vain? I ast. Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. What it do when it pissed off? I ast. Oh, it make something else. People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.

As you sit, make peace also with the reality that, after you die, it won't matter to you how you are remembered; you will not be here to experience it. All the grand things that you do or say, all the skyscrapers you build and cover with gold, your elegant tombstone, all will be completely forgotten eventually. Even your children, and their children, too, will be forgotten. That being so, perhaps it is best to begin to erase your presence well before you leave the scene.

Shug: More than anything God love admiration. Celie: You saying God is vain? Shug: No, not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off when you walk by the colour purple in a field and don't notice it.

A Dios no le parece indecente? Nooo. Dios lo quiso así. Mira, Dios ama todo lo que amas tú, además de otras cosas. Pero lo que más le agrada es la admiración. ¿Quieres decir que Dios es vanidoso? Nooo; vanidoso, no. Pero le gusta compartir lo bueno.

they think they are the center of the universe and that everything that is done is done for them.

Remove the crown and the fine clothes, and you're left with a fairly ordinary man.

Very happy or unhappy, people disappear.

Erudition - dust shaken out of a book into an empty skull

EGOTIST, n. A person of low taste, more interested in himself than in me.

Her locks an ancient lady gave Her loving husband's life to save; And men — they honored so the dame — Upon some stars bestowed her name. But to our modern married fair, Who'd give their lords to save their hair, No stellar recognition's given. There are not stars enough in heaven.

VALOR, n. A soldierly compound of vanity, duty and the gambler's hope.

You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza.' She sighed, as if that was an accident. As if she hadn't spent an hour preening herself before the mirror. 'Facts are facts. Stating them isn't a gift. You only prove you're not blind.' She yawned, stretched in her saddle, made him wait a moment longer. 'But I'll hear more.

The stench of self-satisfaction is becoming quite suffocating. If you mean to kill me, blast me to a cinder now and let's be done,

You know the trouble with a pretty face?" Judge was saying. "People get used to its advantages, and when it's took away, they lack the wherewithal to make a success of themselves. Nothing sadder'n a person who used to be beautiful. They have this desperate smile. Like me, it says. Like me, even though there's nothing left to like.

Vanity, a loud voice and a loose relationship with the truth,' whispered Zuri. 'All the qualities of a successful politician.

Leo saw now that his father had been wrong. It's after the battle. That's when a man finds out who he truly is. He was no hero. He never had been. He was a fool. A great bloated tower of vanity. It had got his friends, his allies and hundreds who'd followed him killed. Now it would get him killed, too.

You can be as great a man as you please while you're alive. Makes not a straw of difference once you go back to the mud. And

And the more shrivelled the man, the more swollen his pretensions must

I suppose some men just love the sound of their own voices.