Quotes About Comparison

stares down at her spinach. "It looks like poop," she says.

Voila bien la différence entre le singe et le footballeur. Le premier a trop de mains ou pas assez de pieds pour s'abaisser à jouer au football.

Whenever someone, on seeing something, realizes that that which he now sees wants to be like some other reality but falls short and cannot be like that other since it is inferior, do we agree that one who thinks this must have prior knowledge of that to which he says it is like, but deficiently so?

Pooh, he said. Much alike, aren't they, this case and that! There is nothing to hinder their being so, said I, but even if they are not alike and if the man thinks they are, do you believe he will any the less answer what appears to him, whether we forbid him or not?

when equality is given to unequal things, the resultant will be unequal...

The civilized East is immeasurably in advance of any savage tribes; the Greeks and Romans have improved upon the East; the Christian nations have been stricter in their views of the marriage relation than any of the ancients.

the just does not desire more than his like but more than his unlike, whereas the unjust desires more than both his like and unlike

o semelhante sempre do semelhante se aproxima.

For knowing their own inferiority, I suspect that they are too glad of equality.

Like life, games were governed by rules. But unlike life, games were utterly defined by those rules. The rules were the game, and if one played by different rules, then one simply played a different game. Since a fixed framework of rules determined the meaning of every move as a move, games possessed a clarity that made life seen like a drunken brawl by comparison. The proprieties were indubitable, the permutations secure; only the outcome was shrouded.

After all, spies were little different from whores. Sorcerers less so.

My name is Abe Marcus. Ned and I are identical twins. We look exactly alike. Even Ma and Pa can't tell us apart. But we don't act alike. I am the serious twin. Maybe it's because I am two minutes older.

It's bound to be better than my first date! she told him.

This is the biggest damn IPod I've ever seen, Claire said, which made him choke on his beer. Kidding. I have seen a jukebox before.

Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini

Claire sighed. She supposed people always did like that sort of girl, and always would. And secretly? She envied Monica's confidence. Maybe just a little, traitorous bit.

I wonder if it was your father who made you think so little of yourself," Wolfe said, which was not at all what Jess expected. "Having met the man, I would believe it. But, Jess: don't believe what the demons whisper in the corners of your mind. We all have demons. You are not to be compared against any of the others, or against your own brother. You are yourself. And if I had not seen genius in you, I never would have kept you in the class. I don't coddle mediocrity.

Santi and Wolfe exchanged a look. Wolfe inclined his head a little to the side, with a strange, crooked smile. You see? They're as bad as we are. Worse, Santi sighed.

That's incredible...I don't know--okay, well, you know, nobody's probably voting for me. I mean, I'm not Richard. I haven't gone out of my way to be responsible or anything.

Because we're all stupid and insecure and think that we're never, ever good enough.

I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against this girl in your head. So this girl with the red notebook - it makes sense. If you never met her, she never has to get measured. She can be the girl in your head.

Sofia was miffed. And if American girls make being miffed a sweet-and-sour emotion, European girls always manage to add an undercurrent of murder to it.

She's cinematic and I'm a fucking sitcom.

The Velmas of the world do not intern at CNN, hope to be accepted at Columbia J-School after graduating NYU with honors, and go on to win Pulitzer Prizes by getting bogged down in relationship drama. That's a problem for the Daphnes of the world. Daphne, you bitch, you can't even drive the damn van.