Quotes About Envy

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

I never got a chocolate birthday cake; I got a carob one. And when I went to other kids' houses, I was very covetous of things like Cheez Whiz that I'd find in their refrigerators.

I was angry because I see other kids with things that I wanted: they had good parents, they had clothes, they always had food and extra money, and I wasn't one of those kids.

I envy those writers who outline their novels, who know where they're going. But I find writing is a process of discovery.

Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.

Imagination is a cruel master to the jealous man.

He doesn't hate you, Thomas, he admires you. And we're often frightened and jealous of what we admire.

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.

The Greater a person is the more they will be hated.

Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.

What I wished another songwriter would have told me years and years ago is that your circumstances make up your story, and no one has exactly your story. It is your very own. You need never envy someone else's life story. Not as a songwriter.

My head was awhirl with thoughts I really had no need of, and for the first time I found no pleasure at all in thinking about myself. I had sunk into a state of deep gloom, which has also come over me at times later in my life when other people are achieving more than I myself.

Jealousy is really an umbrella term for a constellation of feelings including envy, competitiveness, insecurity, inadequacy, possessiveness, fear of abandonment, feeling unloved, and feeling left out. To say simply "I am jealous" is far too vague, since it means different things to different people and it manifests itself in so many diverse ways.

Believe me. There was nothing good in always being second place. Next to you, I may as well have been invisible - at least when it came to the ladies. If I'd known, we'd both end up as bachelors, I wouldn't have been so jealous of you.' 'Jealous?' Akkarin's smile faded. He turned away to stare at the horizon. 'No. Don't be jealous.

Blaze doesn't like any dragons prettier than she is. Which Glory is. Not that I've noticed, myself, personally. It's just a fact.

What's wrong with (Captain) Jack Aubrey? Everything, since he has a command and I have not.

Smiling slyly, pleased with herself, Lady Dant shut the wardrobe door, but she could not shut out from the mind of Mrs Harris what she had seen there: beauty, perfection, the ultimate in adornment that a woman could desire. Mrs Harris was no less a woman than Lady Dant, or any other. She wanted, she wanted, she wanted a dress from what must be surely the most expensive shop in the world, that of Mr Dior in Paris.

was ashamed of Father, who didn't care what anyone thought. And I envied him for being so free, and hated myself for feeling ashamed.

Haters are confused admirers who can't understand why everybody else likes you

Don't listen to the malicious comments of those friends who, never taking any risks themselves, can only see other people's failures.

The Superclass tries to promote its values. Ordinary people complain of divine injustice, they envy power, and it pains them to see others having fun. They don't understand that no one is having fun, that everyone is worried and insecure, and that what the jewels, cars, and fat wallets conceal is a huge inferiority complex.

The Soul of the World is nourished by people's happiness. And also by unhappiness, envy, and jealousy. To realize one's Personal Legend is a person's only real obligation. All things are one.

See, it's not that I'm jealous of others. I just don't understand why they can be happy and I can't.

The confidence of amateurs is the envy of professionals.