Quotes About Resentment

Nationalism is relativist, since the only truth is the resentment we feel when we contemplate others.

More than any of the other new states that came into being at war's end, Poland changed the balance of power in eastern Europe. It was not large enough to be a great power, but it was large enough to be a problem for any great power with plans of expansion. It separated Russia from Germany, for the first time in more than a century. Poland's very existence created a buffer to both Russian and German power, and was much resented in Moscow and Berlin.

That wasn't very nice...I do believe you killed my hat. ~Kisuke Urahara

Well, screw you. Screw all of you. I hope this letter is like a knife in your hearts. You ruined my life. All I've done is pay you back in kind.

The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. You get to take yourself oh so very seriously.

Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que leí Cenicienta, pero recuerdo que una de las hermanastras estaba "verde de envidia" y la otra "roja de ira". ¡Y aquí están! Así es exactamente como el pintor las retrató. Las mejillas están teñidas de rojo de ira y de verde de envidia.

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

Él nunca se lo perdonó. Es una costumbre que tienen los aburridos

I see no percentage in your being alive. I wish you were a corpse, preferably a mangled one. I should like to dance on your remains.

She looked resentfully at Mr. Cann. It would, she was sure, have been difficult enough to persuade him, in spite of his protestations, to leave the house alive. Dead, he was going to be far more trouble.

Hay personas que tratan de ser altas cortando la cabeza a los demás».

Achilles lives in the present. He remembers the past, not without regret, but increasingly without resentment. He rarely, if ever, thinks about the future, because there is no future. It's amazing how easily he's come to accept that. His life rests like a dandelion clock on the palm of his open hand, a thing so light the merest breath of wind can carry it away.

And then I looked at him, at this man who in a previous life I might have liked or even loved—and watched him turn to stone.

I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.

She envied him. She envied him his faith that there would always be a place, a home, a job, someone else for him. She envied him that attitude. She almost resented his having it.

He resented the fact that she wasn't and never could be what he wished her to be, a girl who loved him passionately […] A girl like herself, with her face, her ambitions, but a girl who adored him.

Schopenhauer had said it years ago: "Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.

Criticism is futile because it puts people on the defensive and usually makes them strive to justify themselves. Criticism is dangerous because it wounds a person's precious pride, hurts their sense of importance, and arouses resentment.

A crítica é fútil porque coloca as pessoas na defensiva e faz com que lutem para se justificar. A crítica é perigosa, porque fere o orgulho precioso das pessoas, atinge a sua auto-estima e desperta ressentimentos.

We sometimes find ourselves changing our minds without any resistance or heavy emotion, but if we are told we are wrong, we resent the imputation and harden our hearts.

The lesson to be learned? Just this: our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration, and resentment.

Gostamos de continuar a acreditar naquilo que nos habituamos a aceitar como verdade, e os ressentimentos despertos quando lançam dúvidas sobre qualquer um dos nossos pressupostos levam-nos a procurar todo o tipo de desculpas para nos agarrarmos a eles.

Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.

If you and I want to stir up a resentment tomorrow that may rankle across the decades and endure until death, just let us indulge in a little stinging criticism—no matter how certain we are that it is justified.