Quotes About Envy

Let the begrudgers behold us!

He feels a moment of jealously towards the dead, to those who served kings in slower times than these, nowadays the products of some bought or poisoned brain can be disseminated through Europe in a month

It does wonders for my own psyche to turn envy into inspiration. No matter how successful we become, we're never above that.

The dull-hued turkey apes the gait Of lordly peacock, richly plumed; And thus the poetaster shows When he would fain his verse recite.

Don't be drinking the Haterade.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

I hate you because your father loves you even though you're a human brat born to his unfaithful wife, while mine never cared for me, though I am a prince of Faerie. I hate you because Locke used you and your sister to make Nicasia cry after he stole her from me. Besides which, after the tournament, Balekin never failed to throw you in my face as the mortal who could best me.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.

But before they got what was coming to them, they got to be the fairest in all the land.

If I cannot be better then them, I will become so much worse

if i can't be better than them i'll become much worse

To show you what you would not otherwise believe,' Locke said. 'Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices.' He laughed at my expression. 'What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain.' 'I don't understan-' He put a finger against my mouth. 'Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut out a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

The more horrible the story, the more it is cherished. Faeries may not be able to lie, but stories grow here as they do anywhere, fed on ambition and envy and desire.

If I can't be better then them, I will become so much worse

Things will be easier without me around. They'll see that." "They won't," I told him, trying to ignore the intense surge of envy that came with knowing he would be missed.

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I see Taryn across the room, Locke beside her. Her eyes widen, taking in whom I am standing with. Something passes over her face, and it looks a lot like resentment. She has Locke, but I am here with a prince.

The seeds of Prince Cardan's resentment came full bloom. What was the point of her trying so hard? Why would she work like that when it would never win her anything? ... He had never tried like that for anything in his life. Jude, Cardan though, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

If I can't be better than them , I will become so much worse

jealousy wasn't a spice to me then. It was the whole meal and I was gagging it down.

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke laughed at my expression. "What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain." "I don't understan—" He put a finger against my mouth. "Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.