Vanity Quotes Novels & Stories

"I am the boss of my world. Every plan is my strategy." On this particular day, as I stepped out in my red Handkerchief Hem Dress and black heels, ready for work, I repeated the quote in my head. As I entered into the horrific traffic of New York City, the quote stayed glued. As I got out of my car and stepped into the parking lot of my tech company I made my way into the building with the quote still hanging. And even as I looked up at the beautiful giant design that had the name of my company ‘Vance Tech’ atop the tall building, the quote stuck.

Lying wasn’t my thing and now, I have to come up with an excuse to get this man off my back. “Reflection about life, my properties, and all these possessions you know. They are all vanity by the way.” I said. The old man’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. Shit! I sound stupid. I know it. “I’ve not given in to the whole ideology, pops. I’m just thinking.” I used my hand to create quotes. “Maybe I could slow down with the luxury a bit.” He sighed and shook his head. “Get some rest. We’ll talk about this in the morning,”

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

Then he looked back at me, "Oh." I chuckled, "Yeah." "F. Scott Fitzgerald." He started walking, "Very beautiful quote, that is." "I didn't think you'd know that it was from him." I walked beside him. "Are you secretly a lover of literature, Dean Ryan?" "Not really." He chuckled softly. "I just know a couple quotes." "Wow." I smiled. "Like?" "Um," He thought. "You can't blame gravity for falling in love." "Albert Einstein." I said and he nodded. "I'm impressed."

“Get going, Captain Underpants.” He laughed, loving the title, and raced from the room. I followed a little more leisurely and paused just outside the bathroom to let him do his thing on his own. Every wall of the hallway was plastered with hundreds—maybe thousands—of little slips of paper with a quote either handwritten or printed on each one. When my gaze caught on one near the bathroom entrance, I snorted derisively. It said something about regrets only coming from things you never tried.

'People make problems for themselves.' That was the morning quote that Vivien gave her when she Jana woke up the next morning. She grinned without humor, asking the system, 'Is this you giving me a hint that I'm being too willful?' Vivien actually answered, 'Willful? Not. Stupid? No—uhm.'

It was cultured, educated, the kind of penmanship that came from expensive private schools and etiquette lessons. During her cleaning shifts at the office building, Beverly found herself confiding in Vanya about the mysterious gifts. "Someone's been leaving me makeup," she signed during their break, glancing around to make sure they were alone. "Expensive makeup. With notes." Vanya's eyebrows shot up. "What kind of notes?" Beverly pulled out one of the messages, carefully unfolded and re-folded so many times the paper was soft as cloth. "Beautiful women deserve beautiful things. Your secret is safe."

"What is vanity? The trickle of satisfaction when you look in the mirror? The pride and glory, poured into each reflection peering back at you. A taste for the finer glimpses of life--shallow, skin deep? A shred of vanity, it didn't harm anyone, some could say. Yet to the eyes behind the mirror, well, perhaps it felt differently. Perhaps it felt perplexed. Hostile. With just a dash of predatory."

*** Sophia hand the ceramic to Ava. As she continued fixing the puzzle ava gave her.. “Yeah… its done” she jibbed and hand ava the puzzle. Its a puzzle of all the Disney princess with a quote below the picture The quote reads; 'Revenge is never the way to get back to your enemy but Sucees is' Her brow creases and she sigh.. Why is she beginning to have a second thought now huh?… She is close and she won't stop, no matter what, she is gonna fight with her conscience.

She waltzed over to the door, pausing halfway through. “My mother loved quotes. There was one by John le Carré that she brought up on many occasions, one I believe you’d find particularly useful. Let me see if I can remember how it goes…” She tapped her chin slowly, that mischievous light still in place. “Ah, yes! I remember it now. Blackmail is more effective than bribery. On that note…best of luck, darling.” With a wink so quick that I wondered if I imagined it, Sylvia left her office and vanished down the hall.