Vanity Quotes Novels & Stories

"Oh please, like you even know what it takes to be a boss. You probably couldn't even handle a basic Excel spreadsheet." "Coming from someone who probably thinks a PowerPoint presentation is their biggest accomplishment." Adrienne's eyes narrowed, her smirk turning into a devious smile. "You know what they say about assumptions, right? They make an ass out of 'u' and 'mptions.' Trust me, you're an expert at that." Linc raised an eyebrow, his expression unyielding. "Says the queen of cliché quotes. You should consider a career in motivational posters." Adrienne feigned surprise, her voice laced with sarcasm.

That would have been my first assumption two months ago, as I seen as a walking bank women couldn't help but notice. Thinking of all that I had lost in a matter of seconds highly uplifts the quote "vanity is vanity". From being Italy's business tycoon, to a mere citizen. With only memories of once owning millions of euros and having the world rotate within my palm. But I should have known I lacked the qualities of a true God. Looking off into the distance, I let mind replay that day. Flash back "There he is!" One shouted with a mischievous glint in his eyes. And before I knew it, they were all rushing towards me. Flashlights going off in all directions, while sticking their microphones in my

“You despise what you are. You hate the strength, the speed, the absolute perfection you possess. It is a gift, Azriel. A glorious gift that I have wished for every single day of my miserable life.” “You’re insane,” I spat, tasting copper in my mouth. “Am I?” Vane let out a humorless laugh. Slowly, he pulled his hands out of his pockets. He began to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt, pulling them past his elbows. I watched, my eyes narrowing, as he held his arms out toward me.

"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."

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."