Quotes About Comparison

There is a warmth and a comfort in hearing about people in worse situations than your own. Pity is a hollow virtue. I like it. It's a form of self-aggrandisement really, bigging yourself up by defining someone as below you. True-crime podcasts are usually great for that but sometimes you have to look really hard to find anyone down there.

Promiscuity' - a word best defined as anyone who has more sex than you.

Yeah, well, it's not like the old days." I bit into my lobster roll. Maybe the best lobster roll in Boston, which made it, arguably, the best lobster roll in the world. "It's

It was hideous. Because if someone can be that happy? That perfect? What's that say about the rest of us?

But we pay a price for everyone's putting on a happy face—we start believing that life for everyone else is great. I wonder what effect

Not only were the couples unhappy from their respective fights, they are now even more unhappy as a result of comparing themselves with the other couple!

A poor man who can make himself satisfied with his portion will be happier than a wealthy man who does not allow himself to be satisfied with his portion

Kabul reminds me of Sofia in that the traffic is virtually nil by capital city standards;

I certainly deprecate any comparison between Herr Hitler and Napoleon: I do not wish to insult the dead. Winston Churchill, speech at Harrow in December 1940

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

My father always said that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

Jealousy had nothing to do with logic.

the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

She was more like riding a sofa than a horse, with her broad back and sides curved like a hogshead of beer.

was slipping, and his face had gone as white as my own. He looked down again, avoiding my stricken gaze. "I suppose all I was wondering," he murmured, "was…was he…was he different from me?" I saw him bite his lip as though wishing the words unsaid, but it was far too late

difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

Papist, and whether I found the word of God any comfort or not, at least I could compare my troubles with Job's." He laughed. "Oddly enough, it was some comfort. Our Lord had to put up wi' being scourged too; and I could reflect that at least I wasna going to be hauled out and crucified

French, spoken by a number of people at a distance, strongly resembles the quacking conversation of ducks and geese, with its nasal elements. English, on the other hand, has a slower pace, and much less rise and fall in its intonations. Spoken at a distance where individual voices are impossible to distinguish, it has the gruff, friendly monotony of a sheepdog's barking.

Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

You aren't Frank," I whispered. "I am not," he agreed, surveying me with considerable interest. "Though I've a cousin of that name. I doubt, though, that it's he you have confused me with, madam. We do not resemble one another greatly.

His half-visible presence reminded me faintly of Jamie; he was nearly as tall as his uncle, and very nearly as strong, though still lean and gangling with adolescence. We

You've got a big willy, Uncle John," Adam observed. "About the usual for a grown man, I think. Though I believe it's given fairly general satisfaction.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

he might be a smaller version of his uncle Dougal, who sat next to him.