John Chrysostom Quotes

Envy is blind, and she has no other quality than that of detracting from virtue

The spirit of envy can destroy; it can never build.

Envy is the ulcer of the soul.

Envy is blind. -Caeca invidia est

All the vices, Sancho, bring some kind of pleasure with them; but envy brings nothing but irritation, bitterness, and rage.

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

It was well said that envy keeps no holidays.

ENVY, n. Emulation adapted to the meanest capacity.

Envy, envy eats them alive. If you had money, they’d envy you that. But since you don’t, they envy you for having such a good, bright, loving daughter. They envy you for just being a happy man. They envy you for not envying them. One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren’t happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

Our envy of others devours us most of all.

Envy, if surrounded on all sides by the brightness of another's prosperity, like the scorpion confined within a circle of fire, will sting itself to death.

Spite is never lonely; envy always tags along.

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.

I avoid envy at all costs.

There is always the person who's got to stand on the sandcastle, they must crush it.

Envy is the religion of the mediocre

Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY. Jealousy, that most demeaning and debilitating of emotions. Jealousy, which can double the strength of the love upon which it is based, but whilst doubling it, warp and pervert it, untill it is no longer recognizable as the thing of beauty it once was. Jealous love is no more like true love than Mr Hyde was like Dr Jekyll or a stagnant swamp is like a freshwater lake.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

Envy is blind, and is only clever in depreciating the virtues of others.

Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.

Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.

Envy awakens at the sound of a distant laugh.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

Envy does not allow humanity to sleep.