Quotes About Comparison

This is what I asked for, and in this day and age that's what actually goes on. But what hurts me the most is that I work just as hard as any other actress around my age, like Scarlett Johansson, but I just don't get the opportunities that they get because people are so distracted by the mess that I created in my life.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware. In becoming this, all I want to do, is be more like me. And be less like you.

To listen to his subtle comments on events of the present was like listening to a gentleman from the Biedermeier period expressing opinions about a modern airplane factory.

La idea es conseguir que quien compra tu libro se sienta un poco menos infeliz porque ahora sabe que es un infeliz, a diferencia de todos los demás, que son tan infelices que ni siquiera saben que lo son.

Se parece a mucha gente que siempre ha estado mal de dinero. Piensan que hay dos clases de personas, la gente como ellos y luego los demás, que son increíblemente ricos. Un poco de dinero es lo mismo que una cantidad infinita de dinero.

It wasn't that eating was so great--it wasn't--but that nothing was great. Eating being merely okay still put it head and shoulders above everything that was decidedly less than okay.

Size is relative. If everyone is fat, no-one is fat

rills ran deeper—so that if you could compare them to ice cream, it was more to the sort so hard that you couldn't ram a spoon into the carton.

There's something especially terrible about being told over and over that you have the most wonderful life on earth and it doesn't get any better and it's still shit.

And I am so dull and dirty. Like a small brown toad. He does not see me. How could he see me, when she is before him? Glowing and gilded in gold.

Her favorite animal was sea lions. Mine was giraffes. Her favorite movie was Casablanca, which she said was old and black-and-white and very romantic. She tried to tell me what it was about, but it all sounded about as much fun as eating burned bread crusts.

At least I wasn't Major Disaster. That was Tommy's mom.

Even in their brief time together, Nora had come to understand the difference between infatuation and love. Infatuation was weather. Love was climate.

is envy just the illusion that the problem of happiness can be solved?

And is there a difference, I wonder, watching the ease with which T.J. settles back into her reading, between the happiness of being happy and the happiness of being happy because you think someone might be less happy than you?

There was no irony in her tone and Adele was struck by how often women undervalued their own efforts whilst being endlessly impressed by those of their peers.

Freddie couldn't help himself sometimes. His dad was just so fucking perfect. Or at least that was the overriding narrative. Amazing Tom Fitzwilliam. Isn't he handsome? Isn't he clever? Isn't he charming? Isn't he tall? Hasn't he got an enormously huge dick? Well, no one had ever actually said that, but he did. Freddie had seen it.

Someone, somewhere has liked something that Jasmine has posted on Instagram. This means that Alice's phone will continue to pop for the next ten minutes or so as everyone Jasmine knows likes the thing she posted. Alice pictures a sea of disembodied thumbs senselessly pressing hearts. She sighs.

Honestly? I think I was bored, Roxy. I think I was bored and I was having problems with my husband, I was filled with anger and resentment, with this low-level rage, and your mum came along with her stories that made my problems pale in comparison and I think it just stopped me focusing on the shit in my own life. That's all it was. A distraction.

It was hard for her to understand why Arlette was alive when Freddie Mercury, for example, was dead.

That's such bullshit. Come on. You were the one with the big house and the posh school and the bedroom full of nice things. I arrived in your house with nothing. Literally just a bag of clothes. And there you were, Little Lord Fauntleroy, with everything. Everything a child could want. How do you think that made me feel?

I spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father's shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable." "How sweet," Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. "Every woman dreams of being told that she's preferable to a dead cow.

Men are like dogs," Stacy was fond of saying. And she usually went on to add that, like dogs, they all took up too much space on the bed, and they always went for the crotch.

Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?