Quotes About Envy

We don't begin to covet with imagined things. Coveting is a very literal sin–we begin to covet with tangibles, we begin with what we see every day.

C'è nostalgia, dentro, e malinconica invidia, appena un po' di disprezzo e una grande, casta felicità.

Terwijl ik dit opschrijf, zie ik het beeld voor me van een armzalige bedelaar die voor de etalage van een juwelier naar de glans van een kostbaar kleinood met edelstenen staart. Die man zal zich zelf nooit toestaan de wens uit te spreken dat hij dit sieraad wil bezitten; want alleen al de gedachte aan dat verlangen zou lachwekkend en onmogelijk zijn en zou hem voor zichzelf een voorwerp van spot maken.

Envy and hatred try to pierce our neighbor with a sword, when the blade cannot reach him unless it first passes through our own body.

He gazed at Reef in almost unconcealed envy, failing completely to recognize the darker thing, the desire, the desperate need to create a radius of annihilation that, if it could not include the ones who deserved it, might as well include himself. Webb

The only people I truly envy are those who can play a musical instrument and those who can eat anything they want without gaining weight.

Envy was once considered to be one of the seven deadly sins before it became one of the most admired virtues under its new name, 'social justice'.

Some day you will have a nemesis,' Madame warned bitterly. 'It's not easy, you know. Someone who has the ability to do everything you wish you could, but with greater ease, style, success.

Some day you will have a nemesis,' Madame warned bitterly. 'It's not easy, you know. Someone who has the ability to do everything you wish you could, but with greater ease, style, success.' Grace

Do you know what this reminds me of--every time I see it happen? It's like a kids' game where the ones who are successful stand in a circle, grabbing money with one hand and passing it with the other. While everyone else stands around on the outside, watching them anxiously and trying to figure a way to get into the circle so they can play too.

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own. Harold Coffin

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May gasped, wavered on her feet for a moment, then settled a wistful gaze on Cass's hair. "Oh my, ye have a lot, don't ye?" And her fingers began to twitch. Cook

It was so draining. Going to parties to rub elbows with so-and-so and act like it's no big deal, when really all I was doing was hoping I'd have the success they had.

Sounds like a talented boy," I told her, but knew I was talking to myself. Still, it made me curious, as it always did, to know who it was that had ownership of such a prized lot in her brain that not even her strokes could turn it fallow, or salt the earth of recollection. Whoever it was, whether real or fantasy, living or dead, they would not truly die until she did. And for that, I envied them.

A jealous husband is an ugly thing.

It's the far-off cows that wear the biggest horns.

Like a bird, like a squirrel, you longed for the woods. How you must have envied me! Ah my sister, you will leave for a distant place before the day ends, are you truly going alone? Ask me to come with you.

There is nothing so disturbing to one's well-being and judgment as to see a friend get rich.

As the economic historian Charles Kindleberger has stated, "There is nothing so disturbing to one's well-being and judgment as to see a friend get rich.

There is a diabolical trio existing in the natural man, implacable, inextinguishable, co-operative and consentaneous, pride, envy, and hate; pride that makes us fancy we deserve all the goods that others possess; envy that some should be admired while we are overlooked; and hate, because all that is bestowed on others, diminishes the sum we think due to ourselves.

Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man... It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition is gone, pride is gone.

This distinctly suggests a renunciation, an envy of one's own youth, of that time of "effortlessness" which one would so gladly cling on to. But the final stanza portends disaster: a gazing towards the other land, the distant coast of sunrise or sunset. Love no longer holds the poet fast, the bonds with the world are broken, and loudly he calls for help to the mother:

Everything that is beyond the ordinary is paid for. You make no mistake if you never envy any kind of success, for every success is dearly paid for. If you think it is not, you simply don't know; somebody has paid.