Quotes About Envy

Emma has noticed that about Lily. Even hearing Duncan's name makes her giddy. Her plain clothes and slouched shoulders seem to disappear, and she smiles.

This arrangement should be the envy of every ruling class in the world. Not only can it be pushed much, much further, but it is fairly certain that it will be so pushed. All the incentives point that way, as do the never-examined cultural requirements of modern capitalism. Why shouldn't our culture just get worse and worse, if making it worse will only cause the people who worsen it to grow wealthier and wealthier?

Nothing sharpens sight like envy

What does he do, Clarice? What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing? He covets. How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day.

The praise of ancient authors proceeds not from the reverence of the dead, but from the competition and mutual envy of the living.

Overwhelming and astounding inequality, especially when it has an element of the unattainable, arouses far less envy than minimal inequality, which inevitably causes the envious to think: 'I might have been in his place.' "30

As one study found, frequent Facebook users—especially those who use the site to check in on the relative status or happiness of others—end up plagued by feelings of envy and are more prone to depression.

A little grit in the eye destroyeth the sight of the very heavens, and a little malice or envy a world of joys. One wry principle in the mind is of infinite consequence.

Peter was a birthday party, all candles and cake and balloons. Now the party was over. Sudhir was the rest of the year, the real deal, the place where she'd built her nest. What she and Sudhir had constructed together, someone like Peter could only dream about. If he was even smart enough to realize and envy them what they had, that is. Which she somehow doubted he was.

Mankind are tolerant of the praises of others as long as each hearer thinks that he can do as well or nearly as well himself, but, when the speaker rises above him, jealousy is aroused and he begins to be incredulous.

If it had not been for the pernicious power of envy, men would not so have exalted vengeance above innocence and profit above justice... in these acts of revenge on others, men take it upon themselves to begin the process of repealing those general laws of humanity which are there to give a hope of salvation to all who are in distress.

I was insanely jealous of Lucille. More jealous than I'd ever been of anyone in my entire life. Because she truly meant it. All I could think was, why can't I be as stupid as Lucille? Why can't I blame all my successes and all my failures on The Lord Jesus Christ Almighty? I would be so fucking happy if I lived like that.

Jacob laughed along with Chip in a fake, Great Gatsby, old-money sort of voice, obviously mocking my brother.

You know, I really wish now I'd had the nerve to become an actor. Because I'd have been Robert Redford, no question.

Mammootty has everything from talent to looks. It's no secret that many are envious of him. And I know that if he is envious of anyone, it's me.

The fortune which nobody sees makes a person happy and unenvied.

Nobody wants the left-back's shirt.

KISS has always been outside of the borders of what other bands can do. Not that some of these other bands wouldn't want to do it - the fact that they may snicker or look down their noses at what we do is more out of jealously than anything else.

What annoys people is the idea that somebody has everything, and they're allowed to get away with anything. It's the sense of entitlement that gets up people's noses.

I see so many women thinking other women are their enemies - especially when they don't have a job or a guy or whatever. It's like, 'I don't have what I want, and she does, so she must be my enemy.' I find it confusing and not fair and sad.

Perhaps the measure of the best art is that it does not excite envy.

The perception of the possibility of greatness in myself has always been followed by desire to murder the nearest unworthy.

Looking at Sophie's well developed bosom, Harriet felt at a disadvantage. Perhaps Sophie's shape would not last. but it was enviable while it lasted.

A miniaturist creates his art by heeding his conscience and by obeying the principles in which he believes, fearing nothing. he pays no attention to what his enemies, the zealots and those who envy him have to say.