Quotes About Comparison

The brutes do not admire each other. A horse does not admire his companion. Not that there is no rivalry between them in a race, but that is of no consequence; for, when in the stable, the heaviest and most ill-formed does not give up his oats to another as men would have others do to them. Their virtue is satisfied with itself.

Man must not be allowed to believe that he is equal either to animals or to angels, nor to be unaware of either, but he must know both.

les manichéens étoient les luthériens de leur temps, comme les luthériens sont les manichéens du nôtre.

La nature a des perfections pour montrer qu'elle est l'image de Dieu, et des défauts pour montrer qu'elle n'en est que l'image.

i've forgotten more than you'll ever know

If you think the summer sun is too hot, just remember, at least you don't have to shovel it.

I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you If you really believe that You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose

Bannon recalled, "that this is the real deal. This is a guy totally unprepared. Hillary Clinton spent her entire adult life getting ready for this moment. Trump hasn't spent a second getting ready for this moment.

It's a good thing," Trump said, "but it's a bit of a shame because I was the Ernest Hemingway of 140 characters.

There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagarian Eastern travelers, glancing from car windows, shudder and return their eyes to interior upholstery, preferring even the swaying comparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without.

Ihre Figur verjüngte sich einigermaßen unproportioniert nach oben, wodurch sie Ähnlichkeit mit einer Bruthenne bekam.

Buenos días, Nicolás —dijo Chick—. ¿No tiene usted una sobrina que se llama Alise? —Sí, señor —dijo Nicolás—. Y una linda muchacha, por cierto, si se me permite el comentario. —Se parece mucho a usted —dijo Chick—. Aunque en lo tocante al busto, haya algunas diferencias.

The life of a plural wife, she'd found, was a life lived under constant comparison, a life spent wondering. Sitting across from her sister-wives at Sunday dinner, the platters and serving dishes floating past like hovercraft, the questions were almost inescapable; Who of us is the most happy? Which of us is his one true love? Who does he desire the most?

It seems to me that the further East you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China? - Jonathan Harker

If I who was previously revolting am now this far from my crazy self, how much further are you who were never revolting, and how much deeper your revulsion?

They were living out lives we might have been living, if we hadn't been occupied with being mental patients.

La infancia y la vejez se parecen. En ambos casos, por motivos diferentes, somos más bien inermes, todavía no participamos —o ya no participamos— en la vida activa y eso nos permite vivir con una sensibilidad sin esquemas, abierta.

I would like to point out, though, Lady Georgiana, he continued, that you have decided to stay in a household with five single gentlemen, three of them adults. Four, Andrew broke in, coloring. I'm seventeen. That's older than Romeo was when he married Juliet. And it's younger than I am, which is what counts, Tristan countered, sending his brother a stern look.

Peter must have thought, Who am I compared to Mr. Faithfulness (John)? But Jesus clarified the issue. John was responsible for John. Peter was responsible for Peter. And each had only one command to heed: Follow Me. (John 21:20-22)

Feathers are among the most complex structural organs found in nature. Nothing of comparable dimension is stronger. They are made of keratin, the same as a human's fingernails, a horse's hooves, and a rhino's horn—but the keratin in feathers, due to a difference in molecular structure, is even tougher.

Why? Why would you do that?" You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

If you think," he began, "that being sober and working steadily broke my bullshit meter, now you know better. I knew you were nailing Cross again from the moment you started back up." Biting into my taco, I shot him a skeptical look. "Eva honey, don't you think that if there were another man in New York who could bang it out all night like Cross, I would've found him by now?

No, por Dios. Con un poco de suerte, lo hará como tú. Como dice Cary, no todo se le puede dar bien o, de lo contrario, tendremos que empezar a odiarlo.

was unique to him; a woman apart from his others in every way. I wished that could be enough to kill my jealousy.