Quotes About Envy

Nothing changes for three years, and then suddenly everything does all at once. Maybe those other people's summers I've envied weren't all fun either. You never really know anything until it's happening to you.

Isabel had hated me on sight, and not because I was fat. Just because she could.

What was it like to be so confident even in your failings that you weren't the least bit bothered when other people pointed them out? I was almost envious.

I can see that everyone else is doing exactly what they wanted with the rest of their lives. They're all at the gate, pawing the dirt and ready to run, and I've already got a lame leg and am this close to being taken around back of the stable to be put out of my misery.

I looked up and Rina was standing in the doorway of my room, her arms crossed over her chest. She had on a short, pink dress and strappy high-heeled sandals, and her skin — thanks to her mother's tanning bed — was already a deep brown. Her blond hair was down, curling over her shoulders, a pair of white sunglasses parked on top of her head. She looked so healthy and alive it was like she was almost sparking, right there in front of me.

That was the only explanation for how good his butt looked and why he was universally known as the Man With the Golden Ass among the women in the building.

If we were in a restaurant sometimes Orpheus would look sullen and wouldn't talk to me and I thought people felt sorry for me. I should have realized that women envied me. Their husbands talked too much. But I wanted to talk to him about my notions. I was working on a new philosophical system. It involved hats.

I've envied you over the years, carving out a different life for yourself, going where the wind blows you. That takes guts. For the briefest sliver in time, the world shimmered and Sugar saw her life as an enviable jewel: a shining gem radiating energy and possibility that no one but she would ever possess, no matter what its deficiencies.

I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I scorn, I die, I hide, I want.

When people really deteriorate, their only contribution is malicious joy in the misfortune of others.

No es más bien [el mal humor] un despecho oculto, hijo de nuestra pequeñez; un descontento de nosotros mismos, mezclado siempre con alguna envidia, excitada por alguna loca vanidad? Vemos gente feliz que no nos debe su felicidad, y esto nos es insoportable.

Und nennen Sie mir den Menschen, der übler Laune ist und so brav dabei, sie zu verbergen, sie allein zu tragen, ohne die Freude um sich her zu zerstören! Oder ist sie nicht vielmehr ein innerer Unmut über unsere eigene Unwürdigkeit, ein Mißfallen an uns selbst, das immer mit einem Neide verknüpft ist, der durch eine törichte Eitelkeit aufgehetzt wird? Wir sehen glückliche Menschen, die wir nicht glücklich machen, und das ist unerträglich.

Tudo quanto se acha fora de nós parece mais belo, e todos os homens mais perfeitos do que nós. E isto é natural porque sentimos demasiado as nossas imperfeições e os outros sempre parecem possuir precisamente aquilo que nos falta.

Sentimos tantas vezes que nos faltam algumas coisas, e por vezes nos parece que o que nos falta um outro possui. ... E assim imaginamos nós mesmos as perfeições que criam o nosso suplício.

Wehe denen die sich der Gewalt bedienen, die sie über ein Herz haben, um ihm die einfachen Freuden zu rauben, die aus ihm selbst hervorkeimen. Alle Geschenke, alle Gefälligkeiten der Welt ersetzen nicht einen Augenblick Vergnügen an sich selbst, den uns eine neidische Unbehaglichkeit unsers Tyrannen vergällt hat.

Let the cymbals of popularity tinkle still. Let the butterflies of fame glitter with their wings. I shall envy neither their music nor their colors.

The happiness of being envied is glamour.

It proposes to each of us that we transform ourselves, or our lives, by buying something more. This more, it proposes,will make us in some way richer - even though we will be poorer by having spent our money. Publicity persuades us of such a transformation by showing us people who have apparently been transformed and are, as a result, enviable. The state of being envied is what constitutes glamour. And publicity is the process of manufacturing glamour. (P. 125)

The envied are like bureaucrats; the more impersonal they are, the greater the illusion (for themselves and for others) of their power.

Glamour cannot exist without personal social envy being a common and widespread emotion. The industrial society which has moved towards democracy and then stopped half way is the ideal society for generating such an emotion.

The spectator-buyer is meant to envy herself as she will become if she buys the product. She is meant to imagine herself transformed by the product into an object of envy for others, an envy which will then justify her loving herself.

Glamour cannot exist without personal social envy being a common and widespread emotion.

This girl - this thin, cold child in a hand-me-down cardigan and faded dress - hated me, not for anything I was or had done, but because I existed, in her world, and she didn't want me there.

The miserable think that what they have is never enough. Like the Little Mermaid, who owned no more than twenty thingamabobs, they say, "But who cares, no big deal, I want MORE." (How could you be miserable with twenty thingamabobs?)