#vain

Looks are temporary and don't mirror what's inside. And usually, a great looking man is so vain. Maybe most good-looking women are too. I hope I'm not! ↗

— Dorothy Stratten

#great #hope #i #inside #looking

The generality have considered that disease is but a confused and disordered effort in Nature, thrown down from her proper state, and defending herself in vain. ↗

— Thomas Sydenham

#considered #defending #disease #disordered #down

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

— Max Beerbohm

#man #means #merely #other #people

I'd discovered that the sun equated happiness. Its bright and lovely existence was hope incarnate. It exposed the dark, brought forth the light and showed you that no matter how strong or oppressive the night was, that it was infinitely stronger, exponentially more substantial and just because you couldn't see it with your eyes, didn't mean it wasn't still with you, that you couldn't feel it or that it wouldn't come back for you. It was stalwart and constant. It was infinite. ↗

— Fisher Amelie

#love

I want to make love to you because I care about you. I want to worship your naked body with my own and learn all of your secrets. I want to please you, not for minutes, but for hours and even days. I want to see you arch your back in ecstasy and look into your eyes when I make you come. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#gabriel-s-inferno #sylvain-reynard #love

Let me feed you,” he whispered, his tone suddenly husky. He sounded like sex. Or at least, what Julia imagined sex would sound like if it was sitting on a white banquette with shining blue eyes and an arrogant jaw, trying to press a cold glass up to her mouth. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh…my…Gabriel. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#sylvain-reynard #imagination

The Angelfucker strikes again. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#gabriel-s-inferno #julia #love #sylvain-reynard #love

Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. - Jace ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #fat #humor #jace #mortal-instruments

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed in vain hope and desire... If you awake from troubled sleep at such a time, you can only sit by the window and think of those that have been lost to you, those that followed your parents into those cold and heartless regions below the grass, silent and dark. Eventually, morning comes and the world resumes its solidity, but another tiny thread of ice has been stitched into your heart forever. ↗

— K.W. Jeter

#death #false-dawns #grass #gray-light #heart

Clichés so often befall vain people. ↗

— Ann Beattie

#vain #vanity #men