Quotes About Envy

I'm kind of jealous of the life I'm supposedly leading.

You always envy someone else's life and, as a woman, you're always comparing your life to someone else's life.

We look at a person and see the person we want to see. I've had to deal with that my whole life, walking in a room and girls thinking I'm going to steal their boyfriends!

For someone who's made it clear that her life is superior to every other student's at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.

Riding sidesaddle with envy is a dangerous practice: I would be happy if I had what he or she possesses. By contrast, giving thanks constantly and in all circumstances liberates us from envy.

Frankly, I don't mind not being President. I just mind that someone else is.

To envy a man is to misunderstand him or yourself (pp 111).

MORAL: The grass is only greener when you're not caring for your own lawn.

Beauty attracts everyone, and as a result, it faces all risks of evil eyes.

Jealousy is a deficiency, of your mind that damages only you, no one else.

Jealousy is such a penalty that one sprays upon itself.

The biggest enemy of a woman, is only a woman, no one else.

Envy can wake us up to one of two truths: We want something and better do something about it while we still can, or we want something and just cannot have it. […] If your envy is strong and you decide you want to do something, you probably can.

As you saw in chapter 2, in Rotherbart's description of how we develop, adult humans are capable of directing attention, using willpower, and deciding to overcome a fear. If your envy is strong and you decide you want to do something, you probably can.

adult humans are capable of directing attention, using willpower, and deciding to overcome a fear. If your envy is strong and you decide you want to do something, you probably can.

I have noticed that not all HSPs feel discouraged by not being able to do everything their peers do. They have little envy. They appreciate their trait and know it gives them much that others lack. I think the discouragement, like the failure to buffer ourselves, comes from attitudes learned in early childhood.

Kat hates men like that, men who are too attractive for their own good-and know it.

Life teaches you that you cannot attain real maturity until you are ready to accept this harsh knowledge, this limitation in yourself, and make the difficult adjustment. Either you must learn to allow someone else to meet the need, without bitterness or envy, and accept it; or somehow you must make yourself learn to meet it. If you refuse to accept the limitation in yourself, you will be unable to grow beyond this point.

In the rearview mirror I saw Ivan half running behind the car, and I felt despair and envy. Of course he couldn't love me, not when I lived through so many layers, when I was spooked by Montmartre, and wore a seat belt in order to steer a car out of a ditch.

I was overcome by a sense of how much more there was in his life than in mine, by the things to do and distances to travel, while I never had done anything or gone anywhere, and never would.

Our age is so resolutely unheroic, and the employment opportunities for registered demigods are now so scarce, that all we can do, in our enfeebled state, is laugh with envy and disbelief at the memory of those who still had the wit and the wherewithal to live large.

Life, especially in relation to other women, would always be a competition, one she would rarely win.

See El Dorado. Take El Dorado. Find another El Dorado. The envy of others is a self-replenishing feast. A rationalization a day keeps your conscience at bay. Never bang your head against a wall. Bang someone else's. Don't break the law. Break the Law. Losers make hurdles. Winners hurdle them.

There is a strong disposition in youth, from which some individuals never escape, to suppose that everyone else is having a more enjoyable time than we are ourselves;