Quotes About Envy

Envy and jealousy are very harmful because you are never ever satisfied with what you have and you never reflect on what you have. You constantly live your life on what you do not have.

There are very few people on top of life, and the rest of us don't like them very much.

I do not envy a clergyman's life as an easy life, nor do I envy the clergyman who makes it an easy life.

I say, 'This is quite a room you have, Josh Raymond,' I am trying to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside, and I do not need to stand here, an almost-eighteen-year-old with a really sexy girlfriend, even if she's not allowed to see me anymore, and worry about the fact that my stepbrother seems to own thousands of Legos.

I feel jealous, just for a second, of his brain. In this moment, mine feels so ordinary.

She couldn't even be jealous; it was something so lovely and far out of reach. It would be like being jealous of Amal Clooney.

Well?" "He's a very handsome man," said Lorna. "You'll have to keep him out of Inge-Britt's clutches." "She smells of bacon," said Flora petulantly. "Oh yeah, men hate that," said Lorna.

I'm very jealous of my daughter's education. She's been inspired by her teachers, and nobody inspired me as a teenager.

I can't watch other people doing comedy. As soon as somebody starts being funny I have to turn off because it upsets me. I get comedy indigestion. I just hate anybody else being funny. That's my job.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch together all night. --Conrad

I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

My second thought was, I'm prettier than her.

I envied their relationship. They were exactly like copilots, in perfect balance. I didn't have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.

Wow," I said, and I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch together all night.

I always wondered what the boys looked like in December. I tried to picture them in cranberry-colored scarves and turtleneck sweaters, rosy-cheeked and standing beside a Christmas tree, but the image always seemed false. I did not know the winter Jeremiah or the winter Conrad, and I was jealous of everyone who did. I got flip-flops and sunburned noses and swim trunks and sand.

she's just done. I wish (and this is a thought I've had many, many times, too many times to count) I was more like Margot.

She has no taste left to her and this makes it easier for me. The color of her where she is inside is enough to make me kill her.

Always the most beautiful girl in the room," Kimmie said. "No wonder everyone hates you.

Sometimes she just stands and looks out the window where the people whose lives are intact enough not to have to take yoga live.

Adultery itself in its principle is many times nothing but a curious inquisition after, and envy of another man's enclosed pleasures: and there have been many who refused fairer objects that they might ravish an enclosed woman from her retirement and single possessor.

Envy always follows in the track of virtue: as Horace says, it is ever the mountain top that is smitten by the lightning.

I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.