Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.
Everything - our houses, our clothes, our hairstyles - is meant to help us forget ourselves and to protect us from vanity, greed and envy, which are just forms of selfishness. If we have little, and want for little, and we are all equal, we envy no one.
Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.
The best way to make a sort of peace, a fragile armistice to be sure, but precious all the same, with men, officers or not, is to let them bask and wallow in childish self-glorification. There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and formenost vain. The role of admiring doormat is about the only one that one man is glad to tolerate in another. With these soldiers I had no need to tax my imagination.
Children live in the same world we do. To kid ourselves that we can shelter them from it isn't just naive it's a vanity.
Margie had known many men, most of them guilty, wounded in their vanity, or despairing, so that she had developed a contempt for her quarry as a professional hunter of vermin does. It was easy to move such men through their fears and their vanities. They ached so to be fooled that she no longer felt triumph--only a kind of disgusted pity.
It's no good. I've been trying to sleep for the last half-hour, and I can't. Writing here is a sort of drug. It's the only thing I look forward to. This afternoon I read what I wrote... And it seemed vivid. I know it seems vivid because my imagination fills in all the bits another person wouldn't understand. I mean, it's vanity. But it seems a sort of magic... And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did
Vanity, not love, has been my folly.
Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride-- where these is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.
The world had made him extravagant and vain - Extravagance and vanity had made him cold-hearted and selfish. Vanity, while seeking its own guilty triumph at the expense of another, had involved him in a real attachment, which extravagance, or at least its offspring, necessity, had required to be sacrificed. Each faulty propensity in leading him to evil, had led him likewise to punishment.
I got out of the tub and had to squelch a scream when I saw my reflection in the vanity mirror. My hair looked like it had taken 2000 volts and been spray starched
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Eliot's character; vanity of person and of situation.
Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.
A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nation's glory and his own vanity.
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect-you don't call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people's feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can't distinguish what should be respected in them.
Most timidities have such secret compensations and Miss Bart was discerning enough to know that the inner vanity is generally in proportion to the outer self depreciation.
When dealing with people, let us remember we are not dealing with creatures of logic. We are dealing with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanity.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts.
Why, Creator must it all reach man through the lie of Knowledge as long as it is not given so that man knows it It is precisely because in order to bring to light the vanity of this world that runs towards death once it has been tainted through a sexual act How much death is there in asexual act that leads to the birth of a new life In the sexual ct we will find the birth of death that will come with the creation of the being. There is not a being that has no death because everything that exists also dies and everything that dies must have lived in order to die, as mortality has in it as much life as life has death.Where will we find in this world the gate of death if not in the gate of life, in the sexual act, as we will find the gate of life exclusively in death because only in reference to it can life still be itself with its image of destiny included.
I don't really lift weights. It's kind of a vanity thing that I don't get into.
We say little, when vanity does not make us speak.
An excess of modesty is in fact an excess of pride, and more hurtful to the individual, and less advantageous to society, than the grossest and most unblushing vanity.
Man is an individual animal with narrow faculties, but infinite desires, which he is anxious to concentrate in some one object within the grasp of his imagination, and where, if he cannot be all that he wishes himself, he may at least contemplate his own pride, vanity, and passions, displayed in their most extravagant dimensions in a being no bigger and no better than himself.
I was upset about the Vanity Fair article. I had one moment when I got emotional because I hadn't sat down with an interviewer since this whole debacle took place. It happened for a second and then it was over.
Vanity makes us do more things against inclination than reason.
And I return to the coldness of this defying human nature, to the impertinence with which the losers of the Sacred Self clime to our sorts of social positions thinking that there they will find their peace, but they are completely wrong. The more they climb, the more they will be confused and miserable because happiness is a mirage of this defying world. No matter how much you gain and what social positions you would had, they are all vanity of the vanities, they are all a smoke caught in our fists or a cry embraced, because they all become immediately a normality and then a boring thus completing the misery, but especially the vanity that surrounds this world where everything is built to fall, where everything is an Illusion of our Life, where the true meaning is the nonsense, and the true Truth is precisely the Untruth. Then what is better for man Is it to kill himself