Quotes About Vanity

If a woman were about to proceed to her execution, she would demand a little time to perfect her toilet.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

When I see old photos of me on the beach I don't look too bad... but it's hard trying to breathe in for such a long time when I spot the photographers!

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.

Certainly, there are huge, multiplatinum bands whose singers command their audience's attention. Sadly, much of the time they have little to say.

How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.

Celebrity was a long time in coming it will go away. Everything goes away.

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow, we're identical!" "I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

Pride and vanity have built more hospitals than all the virtues together.

Vanity and rudeness are seldom seen together.

Shocking it is . . . It's what comes of being too handsome.

He is enjoying the situation . . . I can tell. I know his type. Too handsome for his own good. Thinks that he is the answer to every woman's prayer. Thinks he has only to crook a finger to make a woman come running. Thinks he can make me flush and simper and flutter my eyelashes merely by raising that eyebrow. There should be a law that gentlemen can raise only both eyebrows together or none at all. There really should.

It is a kind of vanity to wear patched clothes, the baron added sagely. He likes other people to notice how godly he is.

My mother looked at my image as if she were looking at a wicked little girl come to scornfully show herself to her poor mother. There was love in her look, but with such jealousy mixed in that the feelings became quickly slurred. It was what my mother gave me, so I took it and I gave it back; I reveled in her jealousy as she reveled in my vanity. Reveling and rageful, we went between sleep and dreams right there in the dining room. Silent and still, we attacked each other like animals.

From the vanity in her bathroom she took her seldom-used cosmetic case. The image of her mother in her shell-pink dressing gown, so naturally pretty, so endearingly maternal, telling her to put on eyeshadow brought at last the scalding tears she had forced back for Laurie's sake.

And there are no pockets in shrouds!

but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart

now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.

I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me, or be the prey of feelings unsatisfied, yet unquenched. He is dead who called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no longer see the sun or stars, or feel the winds play on my cheeks. Light, feeling, and sense, will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness.

Vi cómo se marchitaba y acababa por perderse la belleza; cómo la corrupción de la muerte reemplazaba la mejilla encendida; cómo los prodigios del ojo y del cerebro eran la herencia del gusano.

Naked we're born, naked we'll go, See how the vain are soon brought low. God speed the poor boy on his way, Fear not, we'll meet some other day.

We had the Belle Epoque. Now we have the Botox Epoque, permeated by plastic emotions from antidepressants and plastic veneers from collagen, silicone, cosmetic surgery and Botox.