Quotes About Comparison

It is easy to forget how much you have, when your eyes are always fixed on what you have not.

Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were in just the same danger lazed on the slopes beside him saying, 'Well, it's not my rock.

What a place. Glokta stifled a smile. It reminds me of myself, in a way. We both were magnificent once, and we both have our best days far behind us.

It's not easy is it? Being a great man's son. You'd thought that would come with all kinds of advantages - with borrowed admiration, and respect. But it's only as easy as it is for the seeds of a great tree, trying to grow in its choking shadow. Not many make it to the sunlight for themselves.

When life's problems seem overwhelming, look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself fortunate.

Identifying imperial fields of force is a multiplex exercise: it entails seizing on the comparisons—of visions and practices—imperial architects and agents themselves performed, locating their temporal and spatial coordinates, and only then recharting the shadowed zones of governance—smudged and effaced, rendered illegibly blurred—on imperial maps.

Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.

But in Potsdam people come up and say'—he puts on a small sorry voice—'"You were right. Capitalism is even worse than you told us it would be. In the GDR you could go out alone at night as a woman! You could leave your apartment door open!"' You didn't need to, I think, they could see inside anyway.

Per capita the East Germans drank more than twice as much as their West German counterparts.

Grief is a private, internal thing. No one can say their pain is worse than yours because they don't know. So maybe it's not good to compare. Maybe it's better to talk to people who know you.

I knew I wasn't second best for Tim (just as I knew that in real life, Jolene's flaming locks and eyes of emerald green stood no change against the aces of spades that was Dolly Parton's chest), but it took some believing, because I'd been second best to my sister for most of my life. That shakes your faith in yourself.

If you can't be better than your competition, just dress better

Wolf's answers rarely praised communism outright, and he didn't use Marxist language. But almost all of them praised the Red Army or the Soviet system, both of which were favorably compared to their German counterparts. And all of them explicitly contained the promise that life, which had become unbearable under the Nazis and during the final days of the war, would now quickly improve.

French women seem less confused, less tired, less aggressive, less angry than American women. She sums them up in one word: happier. Ms.

If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me ye women if you can.

Compare with me, ye women, if you can

A little girl loves her bird--Why? Because it lives and feels; because it is helpless and harmless? A toad, likewise, lives and feels, and is equally helpless and harmless; but though she would not hurt a toad, she cannot love it like the bird, with its graceful form, soft feathers, and bright, speaking eyes.

He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.

Comparison makes you less interesting to yourself doesn't it. Your magic contracts your body putting forth no frill under another's gaze.

Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition.

It was Sappho who likened a girl to an apple … and compared a bridegroom to Achilles. (Orationes 9.16)

Girls are cruellest to themselves.

There were girls at school whose families grew to a robust five or six. There were girls with seven or eight-which was thought a little enthusiastic - and then there were the pathetic ones like me, who had parents that were just helpless to it, and bred as naturally as they might shit.

In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one pound of fresh caviar.