Sylvia Plath Quotes

He who is enamored of himself will at least have the advantage of being inconvenienced by few rivals.

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.

I have such an ego 'cause I'm a double Leo. I can't let go of me, you know, so it's very difficult for me to be somebody else and not me. I'm so into me.

The narcissist act is not an act. I actually am a narcissist, very much so. My world revolves around me.

Intellectuals are hindered on the way to being, by their narcissism.

Vanity is illustrated in the cause and effect of love, as in the case of Cleopatra.

That love of self, which the world advocates, is a thousand times more dangerous than any poison.

The Bible is very clear that in the last days men will be “lovers of themselves” (2 Tim. 3:2).

He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.

I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.

A person wrapped up in himself makes a small package.

He who is in love with himself has at least this advantage - he won't encounter many rivals.

When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small package.

A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.

Washington talks about herself and almost nothing else.

I read in one fan magazine that I was very self-centered. And I am.

I never want to be that person again, that Vanity.

Creativity is narcissism. Creativity is falling in love with one's self as you create. It's self-indulgent.

I play a man who is obsessed with his own beauty, so it's perfect casting.

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

Vanity, indeed, is the very antidote to conceit; for while the former makes us all nerve to the opinion of others, the latter is perfectly satisfied with its opinion of itself.

I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.

I don't dream about anyone - except myself

Narcissus turned and scowled at Leo. “Who are you?” “I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.

What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him?