Vain Quotes - Page 5

Nature has made nothing in vain.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Whatever you do for the sole purpose of having others admire you, your efforts will most likely be in vain.

I'm not so vain as to believe that my involvement changes anything whatsoever.

It's in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

How vain painting is, exciting admiration by its resemblance to things of which we do not admire the originals.

Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been, things remain.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.

It is in vain for us to devise schemes by which competition can be put out of civilized life. Competition is the condition of life.

If someone calls me vain and mean, I know that he trusts me and has something to confess to me.

Sow truth, if thou the truth wouldst reap: Who sows the false shall reap the vain.

Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.

You are vain and wicked- as a genius should be.

The wise needn't ask, the fool asks in vain.

There are many photos of Eisenstein. I think he was quite vain, and he liked photos of him. Being a virgin at 33 is strange now, but let's not be too high-minded about that.

In the mountains of wisdom no climbing is in vain.

Those who are inspired by a model other than Nature, labor in vain.

Artists have a right to be modest and a duty to be vain.

To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.

I'm vain. My arms are thin, but I'm vain about loose flesh. And so I'm careful that what I wear will show off my best parts, which are my waist and my butt.

People who are very vain are usually equally susceptible; and they who feel one thing acutely, will so feel another.

In vain would science scan and trace Firmly her aspect. All the while, There gleams upon her far-off face A vague unfathomable smile.

Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave.