The phrase 'conceited in' is not correct and cannot be used in written English.
To express a similar idea, you could use a phrase like 'conceited about' or 'conceited regarding.' For example, "He was so conceited about his accomplishments that he rarely discussed them with others."
Constant self-hate is not only hellish to live with, it is conceited in accepting too great a share of responsibility for human hatefulness.
These are not the arguments of straw men, but substantial intellectual and political objections: Marxism imposes limits on human freedom; it is violent and undemocratic; it is obsessed with an obsolete notion of class; it is "totalising" and conceited in its sense of historical inevitability; and, when tested politically, it resulted in one of the greatest tyrannies in history.
Brash, conceited, in your face, it was the kind of message that the spunky publicly traded computer company could get away with.
I hope that I don't sound conceited in saying this but I do think that I give people an opportunity to perform a part of themselves they might not display otherwise.
In others this might have been pompous and conceited - in Rae it was testament to his humanity, his interest in and genuine affection for those who had become close to him.
He used that look -- a kind of Jude awakening, if you will -- to great effect as the contemptuous, imperially conceited playboy in "The Talented Mr. Ripley," the 1999 film that earned him an Oscar nomination for best supporting actor.
It's all about convincing others that we're not conceited or in competition with them.
Mr. Toad is a very conceited, anthropomorphic toad and in the book he composes a ditty in his own praise which starts like this: George Orwell in his essay Some Thoughts on the Common Toad described the emergence of the common toad from hibernation as one of the most moving signs of spring.
He can be conceited and frankly terrible in some films – I shudder to think about him in Last Holiday, with Queen Latifah – but sometimes that great barrage-balloon figure, paunchy in both body and face, fills the screen gloriously.
Foreign correspondents are conceited, maudlin and belligerent in their social hour, and Clem and Silverman together are no exception.
Boris Grishenko, the bespectacled Russian hacker from GoldenEye, is a misogynistic narcissist who is both cowardly and conceited (he dies, pleasingly, in a shower of liquid nitrogen, which hits moments after he declares: "I am invincible!").
