Bernard de Mandeville Quotes

People are often vain of their passions, even of the worst, but envy is a passion so timid and shame-faced that no one ever dare avow her.

I do not say anything from jealousy.

There is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.

There is probably an element of malice in our readiness to overestimate people - we are, as it were, laying up for ourselves the pleasure of later cutting them down to size.

I cannot think of any character below the flatterer, except he who envies him.

Our outrage at inequality is primal. But primal emotions are not always noble ones. Of course, when I see a colleague receive some award, I covet it. But this is not me at my best, and these are not the feelings we would instill and promote in our children.

Envy is the central fact of American life.

Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all.

It's our nature: Human beings like success but they hate successful people.

Envy is human nature.

Those who are believed to be most abject and humble are usually most ambitious and envious.

Such is human nature, in the gigantic intellect, the envious temper, the ravenous ambition, and the rotten heart of Daniel Webster.

Pride, envy, avarice—these sparks Have set on fire the hearts of all men.

These are the meats to abstain from- others' wealth, others' wives, slander, envy, covetousness and pride.

Getting up and criticizing the other fellow because he's in and you are not seems to me a futile waste of time. Especially as you know in your heart that you would be doing more or less the same thing if you were in his place.

Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.

Allah never gave such as this to any people without that giving rise to mutual envy and hatred.

There have been interviews with people saying they are jealous of Kangana. There are so many people who are jealous of my success.

I think it's impossible not to see something you wanted happen to someone else and maybe wish it for yourself.

To an extent, everyone is jealous of everyone.

Envy never comes to the ball dressed as envy; it comes dressed as high moral standards or distaste for materialism.

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.

Jealousy is in a manner just and reasonable, as it tends to preserve a good which belongs, or which we believe belongs to us, on the other hand envy is a fury which cannot endure the happiness of others.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.