Quotes About Envy

Schopenhauer had said it years ago: "Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.

Few people are logical. Most of us are prejudiced and biased. Most of us are blighted with preconceived notions, with jealousy, suspicion, fear, envy and pride.

Why is that true? Because when our friends excel us, they feel important; but when we excel them, they—or at least some of them—will feel inferior and envious.

Nature also rushes in to fill the vacant mind. With what? Usually with emotions. Why? Because emotions of worry, fear, hate, jealousy, and envy are driven by primeval vigor and the dynamic energy of the jungle. Such emotions are so violent that they tend to drive out of our minds all peaceful, happy thoughts and emotions.

Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.

Sienna frowned. "Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth." Langdon was impressed. "You know Latin." "I grew up Catholic. I know sin.

The day is perfect and I hate it for being so.

Writers were among my acquaintances but, as in all times, we tended to mistrust and badmouth each other, secretly resenting the others' successes and finding fault in their work. Each of us knew in his or her heart that he or she was a true artist of the word who merely happened to be commercial; the others were hacks.

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

"Success is the one unpardonable sin against one's fellows."

Envy and greed starve on a steady diet of thanksgiving.

Knowing few children of my age with whom to compare notes, I envied the children of literature to whom interesting things were always happening.

Grief and disappointment give rise to anger, anger to envy, envy to malice, and malice to grief again, till the whole circle be completed.

After more darkness and silence, I said, "Well, do you believe in the informed decision?" More darkness and silence. "No!" I envy his certainty! He understood that a determined life had its limits. "I had a wonderful life and I had nothing to do with it"—well, now I can say that, too. There is this sense of being on your own path.

Men are not content with a simple life: they are acquisitive, ambitious, competitive, and jealous; they soon tire of what they have, and pine for what they have not; and they seldom desire anything unless it belongs to others.

What is modesty but hypocritical humility, by means of which, in a world swelling with envy, a man seeks to obtain pardon for excellences and merits from those who have none.

A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said I've a pretty rose tree, And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight.

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face;

His pains he soon forgot: Lured by her beauty outside of himself in shadowy grief. Two Wills they had; Two Intellects: & not as in times of old. Silent they wanderd hand in hand like two Infants wandring From Enion in the desarts, terrified at each others beauty Envying each other yet desiring, in all devouring Love

You know that if I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.

It is jealousy, I think, which makes us wish to prevent young people doing the things we had not the courage or the opportunity ourselves to accomplish once, and have not the power to do now.

If God made anything better, he kept it for himself.

I always envied you, having a husband you could boss.

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies, Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows. I envy you, drunk with flowers, Butterflies swirling in your dreams.