Quotes About Comparison

It's strange seeing his eyes in someone else's face

I wish I could promise you perfect days and sunshine, but I'm never going to be Ryan Cross.

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

Every time a girl refuses to eat, she one-ups Eve.

That didn't sound much like a date, Rosie thought. Useful wasn't a word you used about a date. It was a word you used about a stapler.

No, I would say they are more arseholey than you.

She stared into the distance and tried to think, honestly and properly, about her life: up here where it was clearer, and she could breathe, and she wasn't surrounded by a million people in a great hurry dashing or grabbing or shouting or achieving things in their lives that they plastered all over Facebook and Instagram, making you feel inadequate.

She couldn't even be jealous; it was something so lovely and far out of reach. It would be like being jealous of Amal Clooney.

She is resisting the Internet idea...because she doesn't want to one day tell her children that she posted an ad on the Internet, interviewed twenty-five hopeful candidates, and finally their father turned up and looked good in comparison with the rest of them. It just doesn't seem right.

I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad, including giant knees, I didn't get his good, thick hair. I got my mother's thin, wispy, non-event hair instead.

I can't watch other people doing comedy. As soon as somebody starts being funny I have to turn off because it upsets me. I get comedy indigestion. I just hate anybody else being funny. That's my job.

There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

It' only then that I realize: Peter wasn't the one who needed to get over Genevieve. It was me. All this time with Peter, I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.

A reckless driver is better than a scared one; ask anybody

Her mind can't go to the dark places mine does.

Maybe it's not that I'm a Mysterious Girl. Maybe it's that I'm a Not Good Enough Girl.

My second thought was, I'm prettier than her.

pero no puedes juzgar a quién amas más por la cantidad de tiempo que los amas.

It's the "too" that's the sticking point. The "too" is what stops me in my tracks. It sticks in my craw. Because if he hadn't said "too," it would be about me and him. Not about me and him and Margot.

Compared to you, everyone else is saltines. Even Cam. And I hate saltines. You know that.

How hard it must be to be the youngest sometimes, to be the one left behind.

I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.

I'm not mad at you. I'm just—why does it always have to be Conrad?

I guess I'm a better baker than I am a cook.