Vanity Quotes - Page 8

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

What's so wrong with vanity? It's different from narcissism, you know? It's not about admiring yourself-it's about taking pride in your appearance.

Vanity is truly the motive power that moves humanity, and it is flattery that greases the wheels.

Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.

For let us women be never so ill-favored, I imagine that we are always delighted to hear ourselves called handsome.

It is in vain that we get upon stilts, for once on them, it is still with our legs that we must walk. And on the highest throne in the world we are still sitting on our own ass.

Vanity is easily duped. Ambition, not.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

Sharing holiday snaps on social media is an act of arrogant vanity.

Stupidity, outrage, vanity, cruelty, iniquity, bad faith, falsehood - we fail to see the whole array when it is facing in the same direction as we.

We have no patience with other people's vanity because it is offensive to our own.

Most frequently we make confidants from vanity, a love of talking, a wish to win the confidence of others, and to make an exchange of secrets.

Egocentricity: The vanity that makes you wonder what people are thinking about you when they are really wondering what you are thinking about them.

While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it.

It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

Vanity is my favourite sin.

That which is called liberality is frequently nothing more than the vanity of giving.

Any man who talks about his love affairs thereby proves he is ignorant of love and is moved only by vanity.

Through your rags I see your vanity.

Right now I'm the greatest. I don't say this through vanity. It's just that the rest are so bad.

But when I am alone, I do not have the effrontery to consider myself an artist at all, not in the grand old meaning of the word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya were great painters. I am only a public clown-a mountebank. I have understood my time and have exploited the imbecility, the vanity, the greed of my contemporaries. It is a bitter confession, this confession of mine, more painful than it may seem. But at least and at last it does have the merit of being honest.

Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.

The unforgivable political sin is vanity, the killer diet is sour grapes.

What is vanity but the longing to survive?

To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other people.