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Envy Quotes (page 2)

John Gay quote: "Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of..."
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise. John Gay
Heraclitus quote: "Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy."
Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy. Heraclitus
William Hazlitt quote: "The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet."
The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet. William Hazlitt
Buddha quote: "Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He..."
Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind. Buddha
Sallust quote: "They envy the distinction I have won; let them therefore, envy..."
They envy the distinction I have won; let them therefore, envy my toils, my honesty, and the methods by which I gained it. Sallust
Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy. Aristotle
Friedrich Nietzsche quote: "So bless me then, you tranquil eye that can behold even the..."
So bless me then, you tranquil eye that can behold even the greatest happiness without envy! Friedrich Nietzsche
In his blackest hours, Stone doubted the utility of all thought, and all intelligence. There were times he envied the laboratory rats he worked with; their brains were so simple. Certainly, they did not have the intelligence to destroy themselves; that was a peculiar invention of man. Michael Crichton
I have always envied people who believe strongly in religion, people who could face a tragedy by praying and know that it would be all right. As unscientific as it seems, well, it would be nice to lay the responsibilities and pain on someone else's larger shoulders. Jodi Picoult
It's an odd feeling-farewell-there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness. Isak Dinesen
It's all very well for me to tell myself there are no provincial cities any more and perhaps there never were any: all places communicate instantly with all other places, a sense of isolation is felt only during the trip between one place and the other, that is, when you are in no place. I, in fact, recognize myself here without a here or an elsewhere, recognized as an outsider by the nonoutsiders at least as clearly as I recognize the nonoutsiders and envy them. Italo Calvino
Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable. Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s a good excuse, though, orphanhood. It explains everything—every mistake and wrong turn. As Sherlock Holmes declared. She had no mother to advise her. How we long for it, that lack of advice! Imprudence could have been ours. Passionate affairs. Reckless adventures. Of course we’re grateful for our stable upbringings, our hordes of informative relatives, our fleece-lined advantages, our lack of dramatic plots. But there’s a corner of envy in us all the same. Why doesn’t anything of... Margaret Atwood
Why is it that we want so badly to memorialise ourselves? Even while we're still alive. we wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. we put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all the same impulse. what do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. we... Margaret Atwood
She remembered the heroines of novels she had read, and the lyrical legion of those adulterous women began to sing in her memory with sisterly voices that enchanted her. Now she saw herself as one of those amoureuses whom she had so envied: she was becoming, in reality, one of that gallery of fictional figures; the long dream of her youth was coming true. Gustave Flaubert

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