I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change,...

Never trust someone that claims they care nothing of what society thinks of them. Instead of conquering obstacles, they simply pretend they don’t exist.

I cried because I was so beautiful.

I had only four hairs worth shaving, but I managed to inflict five cuts attempting to remove them.

WORTH IT?It is no credit to our phase of civilization if it is fear rather than ambition that drives most of those who bankrupt themselves on the vanities, or who end up under the surgeon’s knife. It is the fear of falling short, of being inadequate in the eyes of others, including loved ones. […]...

The way you think about yourself determines your reality. You are not being hurt by the way people think about you. Many of those people are a reflection of how you think about yourself.

True friends are not mirrors where we can always see ourselves reflected in a positive light.

You don’t know how shallow you are, or how narcissistic, until you find yourself in danger of acquiring a facial scar.”On the plus side, it’s so situated as potentially to make me look tough and worldly. On the downside, I’m never kissing my dog again.

It was in the reign of George II. that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled ; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now

In some situations, if you say nothing, you are called dull; if you talk, you are thought impertinent and arrogant. It is hard to know what to do in this case. The question seems to be, whether your vanity or your prudence predominates.

Human vanity is so constituted that it stiffens before difficulties. The more an object conceals itself from our eyes, the greater the effort we make to seize it, because it pricks our pride, it excites our curiosity and it appears interesting. In fighting for his God everyone, in fact, fights only for the interest of...

The tyrant is a child of PrideWho drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity,Until from his high crest headlongHe plummets to the dust of hope.

The vanity of being known to be trusted with a secret is generally one of the chief motives to disclose it; for, however absurd it may be thought to boast an honour by an act which shows that it was conferred without merit, yet most men seem rather inclined to confess the want of virtue...

Life may be scaryBut it’s only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

Beauty is nothing without brains & heart.

Gracious Providence, to whom I owe all my powers, why didst thou not withhold some of those blessings I possess, and substitute in their place a feeling of self-confidence and contentment?

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

And in the sin of wantingalways to be right, the punishmentis knowing it isn’t possible.

Pride is a wound, and vanity is the scab on it. One’s life picks at the scab to open the wound again and again. In men, it seldom heals and often grows septic.

It can’t come down to a question of personal vanity.

Vanity, thy name is vampire.

Ser vampiro es algo que menosprecia la vanidad

I’m brilliant as well as skilled,” he said modestly. “It’s a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier on as best I can.

Christianity, true Christianity, is experienced when we crucify the anger, pride, vanity and lust that dwells within ourselves and consciously replace it with the sacrificial love, humility, modesty and chasteness of the One who so many profess to believe in and follow. -Jason Neville Versey

I’m so pretty, it’s hard for me to think of myself as intelligent.

He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him.

Or, rather, let us be more simple and less vain.

I am philosophical Christ; crucified on the cross of ignorance for the sake ofdivine vanity.

What’s the matter with you, Penny? You’re not as good looking as you generally believe you are.

All this long human story, most passionate and tragic in the living, was but an unimportant, a seemingly barren and negligible effort, lasting only for a few moments in the life of the galaxy. When it was over, the host of the planetary systems still lived on, with here and there a casualty, and here...

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

In their vanity men focus on what they wish to hear and miss the hidden meaning, the lurking threat.

I object to that object that’s made of bronze and shaped like my clone. It should be made of gold, and shaped like me.

Without the errors which are active in every psychical pleasure and displeasrue a humanity would never have come into existence–whose fundamental feeling is and remains that man is the free being in a world of unfreedom, the external miracle worker whether he does good or ill, the astonishing exception, the superbeast and almost-god, the meaning...

…most systems end up by making imagined humility into a form of vanity, so they end up with vanity just the same.

A part of me genuinely wanted to be the worst because I was so sick of everyone fighting to be the best.

Nothing is so at odds with prayer as vanity.

I’m pretty much a goddess around here.

Knowing the truth is so minuscule compared to having the nerve to say it…and even more to live it.

How much vanity must be concealed – not too effectively at that – in order to pretend that one is the personal object of a divine plan?

Every self-respecting act of persuasion must find appeal to curiosity, then to vanity, and lastly to kindness or remorse. Isabella looked down and slowly nodded.

If I’d been born ugly, you’d never have heard of Pelé.

He could see her planting violets on his grave, a solitary figure in a grey cloak. What a ghastly tragedy. A lump came to his throat. He became quite emotional thinking of his own death. He would have to write a poem about this. –from a Difference in Temperament

What good is there in being blind, you ask? Well, maybe it’s to see the beauty on the inside without being vainly distracted, or superficially blinded, by the ugly on the outside.

But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise.

But I feel vanity is a part of art and the non-vain are really non-artistic.

In an earlier age, it might have been possible to believe that goodness would prevail over pride, but not anymore. The proud could be proud with impunity, because there was nobody to contradict him in his pride and because narcissism was no longer considered a vice. That was what the whole cult of celebrity was...

Clichés so often befall vain people.

The devil…the prowde spirite…cannot endure to be mocked.

Mirrors are dangerous things. They can just as easily tell us what we don’t like as what we do. Yet in truth you can’t tell anything from a reflection, as a reflection is actually empty.