Quotes About Rivalry

It was hard for them to accuse their wives of infidelity when their rival was an invisible man.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and the most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections. Fancy gallops to take part in that duel, unconstrained by any certain articulation of the laws of that unseen game.

I don't think that Prokofiev ever treated me seriously as a composer; he considered only Stravinsky a rival and never missed a chance to take a shot at him. I remember once he started telling me some vile story about Stravinsky. I cut him off.

Sure, sure," said Bugs Meany, pushing his way to the front. "I'll be so rich my little sister will have to quit piano lessons and take up playing the cash register!

Rivalry is the life of trade, and the death of the trader.

I don't want them to have another baby. If they have a baby, I'll be in the middle. I'll be nothing." "Hey!" I object. "I'm in the middle now!

I punched my hand through the water. I wanted to kick his ass. This is between me and Belly. Smug piece of shit. He was marrying my girl, and I couldn't do anything about it. I just had to watch it happen, because he was my brother, because I promised. Take care of him, Connie. I'm counting on you.

The town isn't big enough for two homicidal maniacs.

They glanced at one another like tigers taking measure of a menacing new rival. But in this kind of jungle you could never be sure where the real danger lurked.

A battle followed, fought in true Gilded Age fashion with oblique snubs and poisonous courtesy.

It was like mentioning one general favourably to another general. You could always mention a general, though, that the general you were talking to had beaten. The general you were talking to would praise the beaten general greatly and go happily into detail on how he had beaten him.

Reports had long held that Bykov had backed Lebed with funds, hoping for a cozy relationship. But the enmity, the aide said, had run deep from the start. When Lebed arrived in town to assume the governorship, Bykov had come calling. The two had locked themselves in the governor's office, told everyone to go home, taken off their suit coats, and brawled. "They beat the hell out of each other," the aide said. "And the fight continues to this day.

In the summer of 1979 another boyfriend, Adam Russell, completed his language degree at Oxford and decided to spend a year travelling. He left unspoken the fact that he hoped the friendship between himself and Diana could be renewed and developed upon his return. When he arrived home a year later it was too late. A friend told him: "You've only got one rival, the Prince of Wales.

It's not enough to kill a Russian,' went the admiring saying in the Grande Armée, 'you have to push him over too.')

There are two people who sink U-boats in this war, Talbot,' he said. 'You sink them in the Atlantic and I sink them in the House of Commons. The trouble is that you are sinking them at exactly half the rate I am.

Though he was eighteen months younger than Joseph, Napoleon was always stronger-willed.)

I wasn't going to compete with her for Father's approval, but that didn't mean I couldn't find a way to make this into entertainment of my own.

Padlina bÄ™dzie dla was, czarodziejów, nikt wam jej nie zabierze. Chyba ?e inne sÄ™py.

Conozco algo la política, sé que tiene dos fines alternativos: uno es el entendimiento, el otro el conflicto. El entendimiento se alcanza cuando uno de los bandos finge que se traga las trolas que le cuenta el otro bando.

I've learned .... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

Politics is a blood sport.

Marcia was aghast. "He has shoes like mine? Well, that does it, we'll have to get rid of him." She smiled at Tod. "Only one of us can wear these shoes. And that is me.

They weren't sorry Catherine was dead at all. Certainly they hadn't particularly liked her when she was alive. Lisa had called her a stuck-up southern cow only last week, when Mr Scott had read out a chunk of her essay on Steinbeck. They were enjoying every minute of this. They weren't in the least sorry that Catherine would never take her place again in the front row for English. But she didn't say