#vain

If we have a heart for the magnitudes of life, it will not seem vain to believe that God Himself should guard it. ↗

— George A. Smith

#god #guard #heart #himself #life

I'm vain enough to want do a movie again, but right now more roles are the last thing on my list. ↗

— Gwen Stefani

#enough #i #last #list #more

In vain shall Great Britain confer upon her colonies the free government and liberal principles of legislation, for which she is distinguished, if she do not carry with her the revelations of God. ↗

— John Strachan

#carry #colonies #confer #distinguished #free

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