Vanity Quotes Novels & Stories

How was she going to survive this beast, that cute and frail person? “Then I'll bring a gift later tonight.” Ralph left the building after another ten minutes of conversation. As someone who had his dreams dashed, he decided to wallow in his own misery and hope for a happy smile to appear when he saw Vanity later that day. Vanity was going crazy at the shopping mall, looking at the price tags. She didn't even flinch when she bought what she liked. She was going to do it because he had stated that she could use the money.

“I do not want to know what they say.” Vanessa leaned in like she was about to reveal the secret of life. “Tall men usually come with tall problems. Like you are gonna need two hands...and a prayer, girl.” Lydia howled into her pillow “Now,” Vanessa said, like she was teaching a masterclass, “back to class. Spit is your friend.” “What?” Lydia peeked out from under her pillow, eyes wide “Yeah, you heard me right,” Vanessa said with zero shame. “Spit is your friend. Be messy, babe. Sloppy is sexy. Dripping, choking a little, they love that shit.”

He had to offer the correct flower to the right tomb and appease Violet and her sisters. “Roses are true, but violets aren’t blue. Dandelions are mellow, while lilies are shallow. Sunflowers like shade and orchids are dead,” he read, then re-read it six more times. What? Looking at the epitaphs on all six graves, Zen read the names and identified their personalities from the quotes. Some were straightforward, while others took more time to decipher. “True love doesn’t exist, like roses without thorns,” Zen read Veiled Violet’s epitaph.

Valentine sat without invitation. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “Valentine.” “Last name?” “None.” Another pause. The woman crossed her arms. “What can you do?” Valentine leaned back. “I can vanish. I can listen. I can make people underestimate me and regret it later. I don’t drink on jobs. I don’t talk when I’m paid to stay quiet.” “And when you’re not paid?” “I still don’t talk,” Valentine said. “I just remember.”

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

“And don’t even get me started on Nicholas Sparks books and Nora Roberts. What do they know about love? I’ll tell you – nothing, nada. Delusional little people. Ugh. Do you want to know about love? I’ll tell you – it sucks! S-U-C-K-S. It is stupid and you should never love again. No one should ever love again.” Evan whispered to Zivah in a low tone. “Do we have to stay here?” Zivah nodded. “Yes, at least now she’s talking to us. Yesterday she was talking to the Ice cream tub, complaining about how those love quotes are all lies and the whole world is filled with hate.” She paused, pointing at the two empty Ice cream tubs. “She ate it all. In one sitting. That’s DEFCON 2.” “What’s DEFCON 1?”

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

All because I wanted to get the better part of life that I thought was still left for me but where I earth has that gotten me right now? I have as many villas as I can perhaps remember but right now, I am relatively a hopeless nomad simply because I can not dare to pass the night in any of those villas without the truth haunting me for every second of my slumber. The fact that I practically stole someone's money to acquire all of those mansions. Mustafa's money. It only became understandable at the moment that all of the material things I endeavored to acquire was vanity. The Vainest of all Vanities.

Absolutely fucking great. I looked down at the pizza box in my hands and my phone in the other but none offered no solutions. Traitor. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. Tell me again why I thought buying an apartment in one of the most expensive luxury buildings in the city was a good idea? Oh right. Because I was vain. Hopelessly and terminally vain. A woman who had looked at marble floors, private elevators, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a building with a rooftop pool and thought: