Quotes About Envy

It's funny that I got to do 'On the Road' because the thing that had the biggest impact on me growing up was reading books. I was very inspired by the book and this spirit of Dean Moriarty and how envious we all are of somebody who can be that carefree.

The French have a new president, the British will soon have a new P.M., and we envy them as we endure the endless wait for this small dim man to go back to Texas and resume his life.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

John Wesley once boldly proclaimed that it is not possible for a man to be happy who is not also holy, and the way he explains it makes much sense. Who can be truly "happy" while filled with anger, rage, and malice? Who can be happy while nursing resentment or envy? Who can be honestly happy while caught in the sticky compulsion of an insatiable lust or incessant materialism

I had some envy of the man who could use the word "chicanery" with such confidence.

Dreams larger than ourselves we killed, not wanting our smallness measured against them." (poem: Having Taken the Necessary Precautions)

If you envy successful people, you create a negative force field of attraction that repels you from ever doing the things that you need to do to be successful. If you admire successful people, you create a positive force field of attraction that draws you toward becoming more and more like the kinds of people that you want to be like.

What cannot be seen: our crumpled childhoods, our scarred wrists, how we hated our bodies, how hard we tried, your needle marks? my envy.

Everybody loves to see justice done on somebody else.

In the company of the accomplished, people hope it will rub off on themselves, in the company of the misfortunate, they fear it!

Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.

Those who have destroyed the roots of jealousy have peace of mind always.

In this particular Billy was a striking instance that the arch interferer, the envious marplot of Eden, still has more or less to do with every human consignment to this planet of Earth. In every case, one way or another he is sure to slip in his little card, as much as to remind us—I too have a hand here. The

The gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

All of you, all who are present--consider me worthy of pity, do you not? Good God! When I think of what I was on the point of doing, I consider that I am to be envied.

The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories – not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.

I envied Yeamon and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all of my happiness seem dull.

Jealous of the actors now, are we? What, of some fancy boy on the screen? Inconceivable. Oh, this was going to be good.

I was interested by the idea that artists working in a totalitarian dictatorship or tsarist autocracy are secretly and slightly shamefully envied by artists who work in freedom. They have the gratification of intense interest: the authorities want to put them in jail, while there are younger readers for whom what they write is pure oxygen.

When I was younger, I wasn't making it, and I was mad at everybody who was.

End of the day, don't like me or whatever. Just go back dreaming about your dream car or house while I go buy them.

It's lonely to listen to the pleasure of others, not that I've made a habit of that kind of eavesdropping. There's joy and passion in the next room, in the next bed, but it's not yours.

All some folks want is their fair share and yours.

There's always going to be someone with a bigger toy than yours.