Quotes About Envy

poets seem able to turn bad love – selfish, shitty love – into good love poetry. Prose writers lack this power of admirable, dishonest transformation. We can only turn bad love into prose about bad love. So we are envious (and slightly distrustful) when poets talk to us of love.

Privately, the three of us examined his case and came up with a theory: that the key to a happy family life was for there not to be a family—or at least, not one living together. Having made this analysis, we envied Adrian the more.

Margarita m?gdavo sakyti, kad yra dvi r?šys moter?: tos, kurios matomos kiaurai, ir tos, kurios nešioja paslapt?. Ir kad tai yra svarbiausia, k? vyrai išsyk pajunta, ir svarbiausia, kas juos patraukia arba ne. Vienus traukia vieno tipo moterys, kitus kito. Margarita - man nereikia to sakyti - buvo kiaurai matoma, bet kartais ji pavyd?davo toms, kurios nešiojo paslapt? ar apsimesdavo jos apgaubtos.

I don't envy the young. In my days of adolescent rage and insolence, I would ask myself: What are the old for, if not to envy the young? That seemed to me their principal and final purpose before extinction.

She preferred to be at the receiving end of envy than pity.

Lovely as a spring day but not the sort to make one envious, any more than one would envy the sun its ability to shine.

Meetings were an important means of Communist control. They left people no free time, and eliminated the private sphere. The pettiness which dominated them was justified on the grounds that prying into personal details was a way of ensuring thorough soul-cleansing. In fact, pettiness was a fundamental characteristic of a revolution in which intrusiveness and ignorance were celebrated, and envy was incorporated into the system of control.

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people's pathetic jealousy and impatience with others' happiness.

It was jealousy. Jealousy based on imagination...

In fact, the causes of conflict are usually greed, envy, and ambition, but in an effort to sanitize them, these self-serving emotions have often been cloaked in religious rhetoric.

My dress is of plain forest green wool, but the other girls are wearing beautiful tunics the color of gems- ruby dresses with sapphire mantles and dappled with jewels that dance before me like little insects on fire. My hair is dark as a crow, but theirs is red and gold and even longer than mine. A ray of sun slashes through the turbulent Irish sky, and I see that my friends' perfect skin shimmers in the sun, making them almost translucent.

Those on the decline always criticize those on the rise.

He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed.

She couldn't stand them because she couldn't be more like them.

In Abigail's experience, women certainly loved their mothers, but there was always some kind of thing that lived between them. Envy? History? Hate? This thing, whatever it was, made girls gravitate toward their fathers. For his part, Hoyt Bentley had relished spoiling his only child. Beatrice, Abigail's mother, had resented the lost attention. Beautiful women did not like competition, even if it was from their own daughters.

We see how much a man has, and therefore we envy him; did we see how little he enjoys, we should rather pity him.

I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.

Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drouned himsel amang the nappy.

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

Outside every fat man there is an even fatter man trying to close in.

Death opens the gate of fame, and shuts the gate of envy after it; it unlooses the chain of the captive, and puts the bondsman's task into another man's hand.

I don't envy men and I certainly wouldn't like to become one now.

The poor man is ruined as soon as he begins to ape the rich.