Jealousy and Envy

Every time that I think of the crucifixion of Christ, I commit the sin of envy.

Envy was once considered to be one of the seven deadly sins before it became one of the most admired virtues under its new name, “social justice.”

We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent.

Men of profound sadness betray themselves when they are happy: they have a mode of seizing upon happiness as though they would choke and strangle it, out of jealousy--ah, they know only too well that it will flee from them!

You go above and beyond them: but the higher you climb, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. And he who flies is hated most of all.

Of necessity, the most like are most full of envy, strife, and hatred of one another, and the most unlike of friendship. For the poor man is compelled to be the friend of the rich, and the weak requires the aid of the strong, and the sick man of the physician; everyone who knows not has to love and court him who knows.

A show of envy is an insult to oneself.

We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shame-faced passion we never dare acknowledge.

Envy is a littleness of soul, which cannot see beyond a certain point, and if it does not occupy the whole space, feels itself excluded.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

The envious die not once, but as often as the envied win applause.

Few men have the strength of character to rejoice in a friend’s success without a touch of envy.

Jealousy is always born with love but does not always die with it.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

Happiness is seeing the muscular lifeguard all the girls were admiring leave the beach hand in hand with another muscular lifeguard.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

Envy can be a positive motivator. Let it inspire you to work harder for what you want.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

The infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile

Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.