Quotes About Envy

There are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy.

Monica had never been blessed with a road map. Her own parents had not provided one, certainly not for a situation like this. She always envied those who seemed to have a map, a plan, a destination, something inside that provided a framework. In times of confusion and despair, she had little to fall back on and no one to call on for advice or support. Certainly not her mother. And who knew where her father was? It

here's the core argument of Rule #2: You shouldn't just envy the craftsman mindset, you should emulate it. In other words, I am suggesting that you put aside the question of whether your job is your true passion, and instead turn your focus toward becoming so good they can't ignore you. That is, regardless of what you do for a living, approach your work like a true performer. This

Jordan had a name for the worries about what his friends are doing with their lives and whether his accomplishments compare favorably: "the cloud of external distractions.

If we don't acknowledge what we feel---if we don't process it in a similar manner to an invoice we receive in the mail---those feelings will take up residence inside us. Your envy and frustration will become part of your fabric of muscle and bone and tendon. You carry your disappointment in your blood. It courses through you and keeps you stuck. And as we've seen, these snarls of energy inside your organs affect everyone around you too.

Inwardly - nobody knows why - the passengers on one train always envy slightly the passengers on another train; it is something that's true but a little difficult to explain. Maybe it's because, even though they don't realize it very clearly, a third-class passenger would always be glad to change places with another, even if the other were third-class too. ? Camilo José Cela, Journey to the Alcarria: Travels Through the Spanish Countryside

The vain woman spent fortunes seeking out astrologers, sorcerers, and magicians who would concoct spells and potions to preserve her beauty and help her remain looking young--but envy is hard to cover.

it's 4:21 am. He's gotta be done having mind-blowing-knock-your-dick-into-your-watch-pocket sex with her, and she's probably spooning with him right now. Ugh, it makes me sick. I'll bet he's in front, too, the dick. Anyone would know that Heaven is supposed to be the little spoon, but he's probably making her be the big spoon.

The kernel of all jealousy is lack of love.

Tall, blonde and model-pretty, she's the girl every other longs to be. Until she opens her mouth, and her outer beauty can no longer compensate for her inner bitch.

And okay, fine. If you have to kiss her, you have to kiss her. And believe me, I do not envy you. That's taking one for the team a little far. I mean, I think I'd rather endure the stabbing myself instead of having to kiss her.

I'm kind of jealous of people who haven't met you. If ignorance ever goes up to $5 a barrel, I want drilling rights to your head.

My face turns red just seeing her. She's a looker. If Pete were here, he'd whistle.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

Under the dominion of the priests our earth became the ascetic planet; a squalid den careering through space, peopled by discontented and arrogant creatures, who were disgusted with life, abhorred their globe as a vale of tears, and who in their envy and hatred of beauty and joy did themselves as much harm as possible.

By common consent grey hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.

By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory the only object of respect that can never excite envy.

Gorgeous. Gorgeous home," my mother had said. Seeing it myself, I understood why she liked visiting here so much, and why she always seemed so disappointed when she returned home to ours. It was obvious, wasn't it? Who wouldn't have wanted to trade their lives for this dream?

The foundation of any empire is not guns, something that Hitler and Stalin never grasped. It is money, and the envy that brings. But more important than money or guns is the technology that represents the future and the culture that speaks of being contemporary. All lasting empires are empires of the mind and soul, empires that cause others to crave to emulate them.

The envy of excellence leads to perdition; the love of it leads to the light.

Denying the necessary role of the creative mind as expressed in capital and technology, Marx ended up vindicating the zero-sum vision of anti-Semitic envy, in which bankers, capitalists, arbitrageurs, shopkeepers, entrepreneurs, and traders are deemed to be parasitical shysters and dispensable middlemen.

Curran stalked into the room as if he owned it, turned, and crossed his arms on his chest. Biceps bulged, stretching the sleeves of his sweatshirt. If there was any justice in the world, he should've gone bald, lost all his teeth, and developed a terrible skin rash. But no, the bastard looked good. In perfect health.

Some people simply live to prove to others that they have more.

The admiration vibrated in his voice and suddenly she was intensely jealous of herself.