Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.
The truest characters of ignorance are vanity and pride and arrogance.
Pride... is a very common failing, I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed; that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or the other, real or imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.
Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt.
Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.
Vanity, not love, has been my folly.
He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride - where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.
Ladies of Fashion starve their happiness to feed their vanity, and their love to feed their pride.
Vanity is a mark of humility rather than of pride.
Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.
Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.
Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.
Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Vanity and pride of nations; vanity is as advantageous to a government as pride is dangerous.
Vanity is a relative of Pride; Vanity is talkative, pride is silent. When Vanity and Pride get together, they could make monstrosities.
I manage because I have to. Because I've no other way out. Because I've overcome the vanity and pride of being different, I've understood that they are a pitiful defense against being different. Because I've understood that the sun shines differently when something changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine, and jumping at it with a hoe isn't going to do anything.
Mingled vanity and pride appear in this, that when miserable men do seek after God, instead of ascending higher than themselves as they ought to do, they measure him by their own carnal stupidity, and neglecting solid inquiry, fly off to indulge their curiosity in vain speculation.
I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full tide. But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride. No place each way is happy.
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