Quotes about Selfishness
One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.
— CS Lewis
Many are secretly seeking their own ends in what they do, yet know it not.
— Thomas a Kempis
Have I never understood you, Katherine? Have I been very selfish?' 'Yes ... You've asked her for sympathy, and she's not sympathetic; you've wanted her to be practical, and she's not practical.
— Virginia Woolf
That man, she thought, her anger rising in her, never gave; that man took.
— Virginia Woolf
For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now, a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years, but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.
— Charles Dickens
Who suffers by his ill whims! Himself, always.
— Charles Dickens
He was a mere child in the world, but he didn't cry for the moon. He said to the world, 'Go your several ways in peace! Wear red coats, blue coats, lawn-sleeves, put pens behind your ears, wear aprons; go after glory, holiness, commerce, trade, any object you prefer; only - let Harold Skimpole live!
— Charles Dickens
Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire, secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
— Charles Dickens
If we live a self-directed, self-motivated, self-centered life, always needing to get our own way, then we're going to be miserable. In fact, many times we believe it's our problems that are making us unhappy when, in reality, it's because we're focused on ourselves!
— Joyce Meyer
I've pushed several women in front of violent situations. My rule is save myself first.
— Kevin Hart
Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live. It is asking other people to live as one wishes to live.
— Oscar Wilde
She has form, he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.
— Oscar Wilde