Quotes About Envy

Without a doubt, you were lucky to be raised here. But you never got to move here—and for that, I am sorry for you. You missed one of life's great experiences.

People convince themselves that they have been robbed when they have not, in fact, been robbed. Such thinking comes from a wretched allegiance to the notion of scarcity—from the belief that the world is a place of dearth, and that there will never be enough of anything to go around. The motto of this mentality is: Somebody else got mine.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

Other people's happiness is always a fascinating bore. It sucks the oxygen out of the room; you're left gasping, greedy, amazed by a deficit in yourself you hadn't ever noticed.

Never show how smart you are, dears, or someone will envy you.

This embroidery has cost at least two marks the meter," she said to herself, fingering it. "She must roll in money. And the wall-paper — how unpractical! It is so light that every mark will be seen. The flies alone will ruin it in a month." She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled; strange to say, the thought of Anna's paper being spoiled pleased her.

Otros niños también llegaban, que se conocían y no, niños lindos y no, desenvueltos y no, allí todo el mundo rivalizaba en belleza, en calidad, en todo lo que se podía rivalizar frente a la puerta de los Lastarria y era un poquito como si todo el mundo se estuviera odiando.

Envy destroys good deeds

Jealousy is the cause of erosion of good deeds, as well as the attracter of chastisement.

That's how women are, always studyin' each other and wonderin' how they look up 'gainst the next.

I hate the blues; I hate being worse off than someone else.

Writing a poem, I construct a magenta fan with a photolikeness, enclosed in a central oval, of a beloved relation, with her hair brown that is not to say, before her hair turned grey: it's her essential self. Someone's jealous of the attention I'm paying her in my work because he wants it all for his art which is a pure, gridded, layer of words painted in crosshatched grey monochrome brushstrokes. Your art, he seems to say to me, kisses life's ass. His art asks that his own ass be kissed.

Prayer loosens the grip of envy on our hearts.

ao passo que, pela inveja, pelo ciúme e pela ambição, tortura-se voluntariamente e assim aumenta as misérias e as angústias de sua curta existência.

cuántos tormentos se ahorra el que sabe contentarse con lo que tiene, que ve sin envidia lo que no tiene, que no pretende parecer más de lo que es! Siempre es rico, porque si mira hacia abajo en vez de mirar hacia arriba, siempre verá gentes que aun tienen menos; vive tranquilo, porque no se crea necesidades quiméricas, y la calma en medio de los huracanes de la vida ¿no es acaso una felicidad?

He envied straight couples the easy openness of their relationships. At that moment, he would've given anything to know what it was like to take his lover's hand without a second's consideration for what anyone else might think, or do.

What kind of plan B?" Hale asked. He was almost holding his breath when a voice answered, "My kind." Macey tried to read the look on his face then, but it was gone in a flash. It had been a simple moment of peace and joy and pure happiness. That voice made Hale happy. It kept him calm. It was his backup and his conscience. Macey couldn't help herself, she envied him.

I know Macey McHenry, but that night, sitting on that staircase, I realized I'd never know what it's like to *be* her.

Probably the greatest harm done by vast wealth is the harm that we of moderate means do ourselves when we let the vices of envy and hatred enter deep into our own natures.

I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for alms from me, the rich man for the alms of my envy, the poor man for the alms of my guilt.

Why is the public so interested in movies about the wealthy? My answer is that Shakespeare wrote about kings. That's where the action is. And it's the classic, cathartic thing. You get to indulge in a lifestyle you're not part of, a tragic error leads to a downfall, and you get to say, 'Thank God I'm not him.'

If I ever see Miss Rihanna wear my sunglasses, I would probably die.

Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye.

That's one of the reasons I moved to Florida. Of course, the main reason is the weather and the training. But there's more jealousy in Switzerland because it's so little and they don't have so many athletes.