Quotes About Envy

bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction known as happiness?

All the girls, other than me, wanted the same things: to own a pair of stockings so their legs would not look bare and childish in their humiliating ankle socks; to have the best notebooks to record song lyrics, those sickeningly sweet words of dreams and loves and hearts; to be praised by the teachers, but more importantly, to be admired and envied by one another; to catch the attention of the right boys.

O sacred solitude! divine retreat! Choice of the prudent! envy of the great, By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid.

Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fires the greatest smoke.

O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!

Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?

Simplemente me resultaba doloroso que él pudiera tener interés en tales libros, que revelara su ignorancia, que yo llegara a odiar esa perfección de la que él estaba inconscientemente dotado. Me dolía, en resumen, imaginarme a este pescador aborreciendo su Jonia natal.

Como usted, ya habrá intuido, la perfecta salud física de Ryuichi me estaba aburriendo. Su espalda ancha, su pecho fuerte, sus musculosos brazos se dibujaban ante mí como una condena de mi propia enfermedad interior, una acusación que me oprimía el alma.

Damn, even that trash rolls better than me . . .

But a universal politics must not make false promises either: after capitalism comes plenitude, the absence of alienation, and communal harmony: postpolitical 2.0. No. Antagonism is a constitutive element of our being. We are strangers, neighbors, and even enemies to ourselves. Post-capitalism will not be envy-free, ressentiment-free. A more just society predicated on the disavowal of symbolic castration (lack), envy, or ressentiment is a recipe for failure of the worse kind.

But isn't it clear that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of that fraction known as happiness? And what sense would there be in all the numberless victims of the 200 Years War if there still remained in our life some cause for envy? But some cause did remain, because noses remained, the button noses and classical noses mentioned in that conversation on our walk, and because there are some whose love many people want, and others whose love nobody wants.

Isn't it clear that bliss and envy--they are the numerator and the denominator of the fraction known as happiness.

Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.

When I envied a man's spurs then they were indeed worth coveting.

The problem with people nowadays is that a 'necessity' is any luxury your neighbor happens to have.

The one-legged creature is envious of the millipede; the millipede is envious of the snake; the snake is envious of the wind; the wind is envious of the eye; the eye is envious of the heart.

When we compare ourselves with others, we quickly become consumed with pride or envy, and our passion for Christ quickly fades.

You look hot. The straight men will want you, the gay men will want beauty tips, and the women will want to scratch your eyes out. If that isn't the stuff of fairy tales, I don't know what is.

If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the water bill is higher.

What do you envy?" Liam gestured around the Airstream. "All this. You travel around the country , no roots, no ties, having all sorts of adventures and meeting new people. It must be nice not to constantly have folks tugging at you, expecting you to solve all their problems for them, knowing everything about you down to whether you wear boxers or briefs." Baba raised an eyebrow, and he flushed a little. "Briefs. But that's not my point.

Gemma murmured. Even if she could afford Stella's

Just think! Garden, garden, garden, garden, garden, two happy people, and it could have gone on forever! They knew, they'd been told, but they ate it anyway, and from there on out, 'family!' Shame, fear, jobs, mortality, envy, murder..." "Well," William said brightly, "and sex.

That businesspeople buy low and sell high in a particularly alert and advantageous way does not make them bad unless all trading is bad, unless when you yourself shop prudently you are bad, unless any tall poppy needs to be cut down, unless we wish to run our ethical lives on the sin of envy.

The price of success is to bear the criticism of envy.