Quotes About Vanity

Doing press is like eating at McDonald's: while it's going on it's vaguely enjoyable - you're seduced by your own vanity and taking yourself rather seriously - but immediately afterwards you feel sick.

I was obsessed with my lips and used to think, 'They're not big enough!' Looking, back, I'm totally embarrassed. I'd lost sight of what a normal face looked like.

I've done signings where elderly people will line up to get photos with me and ask me to sign things. They don't even pretend it's for their grandkids. They're like, 'No, it's for me.'

All actors have a significant amount of vanity about work, and necessarily so. Things they will do and won't do, and I've completely lost all of that. I don't care.

There are a lot of people across the country, for as silly as this sounds, who obsess about hair loss.

In the vanity of self-consciousness one feels at a long remove above the ordinary love and trustfulness of a simple and pure heart.

Resistance also told me I shouldn't seek to instruct, or put myself forward as a purveyor of wisdom; that this was vain, egotistical, possibly even corrupt, and that it would work harm to me in the end. That scared me. It made a lot of sense.

Get old, you might as well not worry about your dignity. Anybody talks about dignity for old folks has never been around one as far as I can tell. You can keep your spunk, but you have to give up your vanity early on.

I have a bunch of crap in my hair just so I can look nice, and I'm wearing shoes that are going to cripple me. I

Ordinary goodness is fraught with veins of vanity and self-interest and above all with pleasure--because goodness makes you feel more alive.

When I look at my picture I read stubbornness, balked vanity, panic, vulnerability.)

To have access to literature, world literature, was to escape the prison of national vanity, of philistinism, of compulsory provincialism, of inane schooling, of imperfect destinies and bad luck.

Women may be vain, but when a man is vain, it is beyond believing, for a man is willing to die for his vanity.

And such a pinched-looking ruin of a thing now! I shall advice all the good-looking woman of my acquaintance not to die.

Mirror, mirror on the truck Where she went, who gives a fuck?

The bowlers, men and women both, were of that pastime's typical bent—hefty, of a tribal disposition and with themselves well pleased. After they released the ball they held the afterward of their poses for a vanity of time.

Like most of his countrymen, he was carried away by the sound of fine words, especially if uttered by himself.

En el trasfondo de aquel proceso existía el secreto deseo de comprender su propia naturaleza. Él era un monstruo, y lo sabía. Y como todos los monstruos era otra de su propia soledad, una soledad particular. Si conseguía dominar las emociones y la empatía de otros, podría tal vez entender aquellas que le faltaban ese gran hueco en el centro de su corazón que sólo llenaba con vanidad, consiguiendo un logro tras otro.

Vain people can't bear to be crossed. They are the center of their world, and if circumstances don't allow the world to meet their needs, then the circumstances need to be changed. Their actions appear proportionate to them because any situation where their needs aren't being met is an affront.

Fauve clenched her fists and bounded up from her bed, her gloom vanished in a rush of combat, which translated itself into the one eternal question which can make any female creature forget even such profound questions as the brevity of youth, the fleetingness of time. What was she going to wear ?

Seek awe and nature daily... show kindness; practise grace; eschew vanity; be bold; embrace friends, family, faith and doubt, imperfection and mess; and live deliberately.

She absentmindedly twirled her fingers around a lock of her long, brown hair, one of her few concessions to vanity. It would have been more sensible to cut it short, but it was thick and soft, and Henry just couldn't bear to part with it. Besides, it was her habit to wind it around her fingers while she was thinking hard about a problem, as she was doing now.

Nigel Berbrooke?' He practically choked on the name. 'Yes, why?' 'The man has more hair than wit. A great deal more.' 'But he's going bald,' she couldn't resist pointing out. He grimaced, 'And if that doesn't prove my point, I don't know what will.

Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.