Quotes about Envy

That space the evil one abstracted stood from his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Comparison is the death of joy.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

The infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd the mother of mankind.

Envy is the offspring of pride,

I am not sure whether the virtue of holy envy requires holy humility or creates it, but the two are clearly related. After you have allowed the other to define herself, listening carefully to all the ways in which she is not you, it is hard to overlook the fact that you and she are made of the same basic material. You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

This kind of holy envy comes with its own safeguard. Although I am allowed to admire what is growing in the well-tended fields of my religious neighbors, I am not allowed to pull off the road and help myself. The things I envy have their own terroir, their own long histories of weather and fertilization. They do not exist to serve me, improve me, or profit me.

Although I am allowed to admire what is growing in the well-tended fields of my religious neighbors, I am not allowed to pull off the road and help myself. The things I envy have their own terroir , their own long histories of weather and fertilization. They do not exist to serve me, improve me, or profit me. They have their own dominion.

We wish to learn all the curious, outlandish ways of all the different countries, so that we can show off and astonish people when we get home. We wish to excite the envy of our untraveled friends with our strange foreign fashions which we can't shake off.

He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though—and loathed him.

It seemed to him that life was but a trouble at best, and he more than half envied Jimmy Hodges, so lately released; it must be very peaceful, he thought, to lie and slumber and dream forever and ever, with the wind whispering through the trees and caressing the grass and the flowers over the grave, and nothing to bother and grieve about, ever any more. If he only had a clean Sunday-school record he could be willing to go, and be done with it all.

To feel envy is human, to savour schadenfreude is devilish.