Quotes About Envy

Envy is self-focused; because it's self-focused, it's entitled; because it's entitled, it's demanding; because it's demanding, it tends to judge the goodness of God by whether he has delivered what you feel entitled to; and because it judges God on that basis, it leads you to question his goodness. Because you question God's goodness, you won't run to him for help. Envy is a spiritual disaster.

Perhaps all the fear of man, the pride of knowing, the seduction of acclaim, the quest for control, the depression in the face of hardship, the envy of the ministry of others, the bitterness against detractors, and the anxiety of failure are all about the same thing. Each of these struggles is about the temptation to make your ministry about you. From that first dark moment in the garden, this has been the struggle—to make it all about us.

The world of envy no more mixes with the world of grace than oil does with water.

Envy is universal because sin is.

Envy denies grace. The assumption of envy is that we deserve what another has been given, when, in fact, you and I deserve nothing.

You're not aware of it, but your envy of others and the pain it produces lock you into a view of life that has a disastrous past and a painful present but is functionally without a future. It feels as if what is will always be.

I have never been given to envy - save for the envy I feel toward those people who have the ability to make a marriage work and endure happily.

The pain between them made me as envious as their laughter, because it was real and expressible, blood-red with passion, and not the invisible pain of a ghost like me. Sometimes my head filled with a scream that went on for hours but was silenced by the walls of the closet. My face still wearing its social smile fixed in place as if by a stroke.

No matter how much success you have, there will always be people who hate themselves so much that they'll gladly project that hate onto you.

Exploiting people's emotions of fear, envy and anxiety is not hope, it's not change, it's partisanship. We don't need partisanship. We don't need demagoguery, we need solutions.

I saw the Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show. As I watched them singing, it hit me: This is my ticket out. Here was the vehicle I could use to rise out of misery, to become famous, to be looked up to, to be liked, to be admired, to be envied.

Well, I, Amber Brown, am green with envy. I am not only green….. I am feeling blue….. I am seeing red….. I am purple with anger….. I am not feeling like a rainbow. I am feeling plaid. All of these colors mix together to make a not very pretty pattern. I, Amber Brown, do not like plaid.

When he had first known her, the violent decisiveness with which she judged people had charmed him. For Emma, people were enemies or protectors. Even though the charm had worn off, he sometimes envied her–her sense of others devoid of the kind of complex and enervating reflections he was given to–for within her limits she was clear while he, he thought, moved in a permanent blur.

She was thinking of the advantages she would have if only she were someone else.

All her stories seemed to involve rowboats and ukuleles, full moons and campfires and grog. I was desperately jealous.

If the women in Paris were peacocks, I was a garden-variety hen.

If every man's internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now?

Don't waste too much time wishing, hoping, and being envious; it'll make you bugnutty.

Oh, other people's happiness, especially when it is ill-won, is hard to bear when you are unhappy yourself,' he said. 'I should know.

Being rich, really rich, meant you could go completely crazy, and the only result would be everyone getting so jealous they couldn't stand it.

Yet when Raphaël envies their life of wild abandon, Aquilina's response is sobering: " 'Happy!' said Aquilina with a smile of pity, or terror, in giving the two friends a horrible look. 'Oh! You don't know what it's like to be condemned to pleasure with death in your heart.

Everybody hates me because I'm so universally liked.

To forgotten youth," Patricia said, and raised her glass. "May we always be reminded by envying those who have it.

Oscar's Merc 1001 coupe drove him through the main gate at seven forty-five and slid right into the Operations Director's parking slot. He smiled at the few envious stares the car earned him from other members of the team as they pulled up outside the administration block.