Quotes About Vanity

I believe firmly that it was the Almighty's goodness, to check my consummate vanity.

I'll admit it: I'm one of those people who has a Google News alert set for my own name.

My mother was a gorgeous person with no vanity, but she was a really good soul.

I think fame is hard in any capacity. It's so fleeting; it's not anything that you can really grab.

Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.

I'll never graduate from collagen.

I think I've always been fascinated by women, colors, and makeup and the whole art of vanity because I would always watch my grandma get ready for church. And I was five or six at the time, maybe even four. I've always just loved admiring my grandma get ready and seeing how a touch of makeup made her so much more confident.

My general feeling about award shows that I've been to in the past was always that when you win, it's a great time. What a joy. You're celebrating there. And when you lose, the whole thing feels very stupid and why does anyone care about any of this. This is boring. I want to go home.

I have a few grey hairs. I dye them. I don't let them show when I'm reading the news.

Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.

HD is not forgiving. Once you see your face for the first time in a movie cinema, you run straight to the gym.

I've always said that gray hair looks good on everybody but yourself. To me, it makes me look old.

My hair is the most beauteous thing to me.

I enjoy makeup and having someone who does my hair. What female wouldn't?

I have never liked haircuts.

On that night I was left with only the truth that nothing of our personality survives after death, that in the end all that was Misha Vainberg would evaporate along with the styles and delusions of his epoch, leaving behind not one flutter of his sad heavy brilliance, not one damp spot around which his successors could congregate to appreciate his life and times.

There is also something of the arrogant vain youth in him; [...] he loves nothing more than to reveal the truly prodigious ingenuity of his mind.

That is why Lawrence, like Rilke, hated photographs of himself. To both writers photographs prefigured an end of becoming.

For every mortal man's power is but like a bladder full of wind, for certain. When it is blown up, the simple prick of a needle point can deflate the pompous pride of it.

Living doesn't cost much, but showing off does.

The vanity of the contents" of individual experience is scrutable as an inessential trapping drawn into a matter by vested interests "…since it is at the same time the vanity of the self that knows itself to be vain

Not curiosity, not vanity, not the consideration of expediency, not duty and conscientiousness, but an unquenchable, unhappy thirst that brooks no compromise leads us to truth.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful, but I always look awful in the mirror. I keep myself going with the firm belief that my real face is much better looking.

Gotta have my make up, in case I run into Joey and he wants to beat the shit out of me. Gotta look my best! Maybe he'll punch me repeatedly in the kidneys and the stomach so it doesn't mark up my face. He's so thoughtful!