Quotes About Vanity

A lesser complaint: hair extensions. There are moments on 'All My Children' when half the women actors, young and old, seem to be afflicted by android Barbie creep. All those thick swatches of lifeless strands clustering lankly round ladies' necks! Like orange tanning spray, this is a fashion fad that should be put out of its misery.

In my experience, people looking for progress aren't actually looking to move things forward. They're looking to be perceived in a certain way: as a forward thinker. It's about vanity rather than any altruistic motives for the art.

The symptoms of fascist thinking are colored by environment and adapted to immediate circumstances. But always and everywhere they can be identified by their appeal to prejudice and by the desire to play upon the fears and vanities of different groups in order to gain power.

People may see me as a luxurious star, but I am always thinking I can be represented by my psychological world that is fraught with vanity, loneliness, and always feels inadequate.

Anyone who thinks they're sexy needs their head checked.

Dying in vain isn't really all that bad since nearly everyone does it. It's the living in vain you really have to watch out for.

Y aquel velo era el velo de los sueños, de los dulces sueños que hacen ver la vida de color de rosa. Y con él envolvió a los cuatro hombres flacos, barbudos e impertinentes. Los cuales cesaron de estar tristes, porque penetró en su pecho la esperanza, y en su cabeza el sol alegre, con el diablillo de la vanidad, que consuela en sus profundas decepciones a los pobres artistas.

Lo, all our pomp of yesterdayIs one with Nineveh and Tyre!

The lesser the talent, the longer they spent on the red carpet.

Puffed up with self-importance, we are in fact the most dispensable of all his creatures.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance.' And

There's no shame in being second to Stephen Fry. Unless it's in a straight nose competition.

All Pennella ever did was brag about places he'd visited, money he spent, and people he met.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Sak?n tepenize bir s?rça kö?k kurmay?n?z. Ama günün birinde nas?lsa böyle bir s?rça kö?k kurulursa, onun y?k?lmaz, devrilmez bir ?ey oldu?unu sanmay?n. En heybetlisini tuz buz etmek için üç be? kelle f?rlatmak yeter.

Güzelli?e hücum edenler içlerinde ve d??lar?nda güzelli?in en ufak bir eserini bile ta??mayanlar ve güzel bir ?ey yapmaya asla muktedir olmayanlard?r. Onlar böylece kendi mahrumiyetlerinin intikam?n? ald?klar?n? zannederler.

Her female vanity was stung by his implication that no man would look at her twice otherwise. Snatching the cap up, she began to hunt for the hairpins scattered across the floor, but he left the door and advanced on her with a muttered curse. "If you put it up, I'll just take it down again." His voice lowered to a throaty hum. "And you know what happens when I take your hair down.

The chief weakness of the people of Bengal is self-pride, which is why they are unhappy if they do not hear all the time words of praise … This vanity, hunger for flattery, obscures their vision and they do not perceive others clearly. We deprive ourselves on account of this blindness.

Ich habe noch nie einen Schriftsteller kennengelernt, der nicht eitel und nicht egozentrisch gewesen wäre – es sei denn, es war ein besonders schlechter Autor.

Or is it your reputation that's bothering you? But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of those applauding hands. The people who praise us; how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region it takes place. The whole earth a point in space - and most of it uninhabited.

fame in a world like this is worthless.

Soon you'll be ashes or bones. A mere name at most - and even that is just a sound, an echo. The things we want in life are empty, stale, trivial.

Soon you will be dead and none of it will matter

People who are excited by posthumous fame forget that the people who remember them will soon die too. And those after them in turn. Until their memory, passed from one to another like a candle flame, gutters and goes out.