Quotes About Envy

It is not only the "beautiful," "good," and pleasant feelings that make us really alive, deepen our existence, and give us crucial insight, but often precisely the unacceptable and unadapted ones from which we would prefer to escape: helplessness, shame, envy, jealousy, confusion, rage, and grief. These feelings can be experienced in therapy. When they are understood

She standing there looking me straight in the eye. She look tired and her jaws full of air. I say it's cause I'm a fool, I say. I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't. What that? she say. Fight. I say.

I say it cause I'm a fool,' I say. 'I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't.

I say it cause I'm a fool, I say. I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't. What that? she say. Fight. I say.

I say it cause I'm a fool, I say. I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't. What that? she say. Fight. I say.

Be aware that you are always invulnerable to personal attacks inspired by envy and spite.

JEALOUS, adj. Unduly concerned about the preservation of that which can be lost only if not worth keeping.

Perhaps we look at others and see only the things we don't have.

All heroes' news, like something from the songs, but there's nothing like others' successes to make your own failures sting the worse.

I think I've had quite enough of other people's happiness.

The old king and his old cunts glowered at the young heir and his young cunts, naught praiseworthy on either side but all jealous of what the others had even so. Matching groups, in many ways; Clover could almost see each warrior squaring up to his counterpart. The mean one, the handsome one, the one who hardly spoke, the one who spoke too much.

Both so very young, and so very beautiful, and with all their happy, rich, and powerful lives ahead of them. Hurrah! Hurrah for them! My shrivelled turd of a heart bursts open with joy!

When you think of the possessions you now own or the ones you hope to own—or when you're envying others for what they have—remember that the scriptures also warn that where your treasure is, there your heart is also.

Why don't you hit Ig?" Terry whispered. "He's the one checking out little redheads. Thinking lustful thoughts. He's coveting. Look at him. You can see it on his face. Look at that coveting expression." "Covetous," Derrick said.

I'd the upbringing a nun would envy and that's the truth. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.

Keep the right perspective Some people would love to have your problems. They would gladly trade places with you. They would love to have the job that frustrates you. They would love to sit in traffic in that car you don't like. They would love to have your husband, who gets on your nerves. They would love to live in the house you think is too small.

I love meeting famous people. I'm even happy just looking at them.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

Jealousy is the great exaggerator.

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.

We so frequently feel that we are lacking in many qualities which another person apparently possesses; and then we furnish such a person with everything we oirselves possess and witj a certain idealistic complacemny in addition. And in this fashion a Happy Being is finished to perfection--the creature of our imagination.

Mas o mau humor não seria antes uma irritação íntima em razão do sentimento de nossa própria insuficiência, um descontentamento em relação a nós mesmos, ao qual se junta sempre a inveja em razão de uma vaidade idiota? Quando vemos algumas pessoas felizes, sem que para isso tenhamos contribuído, essa felicidade nos é insuportável.

Show me the man who has the courage to hide his ill-humour, who bears the whole burden himself, without disturbing the peace of those around him. No: ill-humour arises from an inward consciousness of our own want of merit, from a discontent which ever accompanies that envy which foolish vanity engenders. We see people happy, whom we have not made so, and cannot endure the sight.