Sarah Fielding Quotes

Girls, to me, growing up were very, very petty and didn't want me to succeed and didn't want the best for me.

Kids can be harsh, especially when they get jealous.

There's really not much friendship between the girls on tour. There's so much rivalry and jealousy, so everyone just hangs out in their own camp. In the locker room and players' lounge, you can feel the jealousy.

Every actor has a natural animosity toward every other actor, present or absent, living or dead.

Men may be rivals, opponents in their fortunes, and yet be friends in their hearts and fair towards each other's worth; but woman, the instant she is rivaled, becomes unjust.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Women tear each other apart.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

I am beginning to have more powerful enemies and more envious ones, too.

When are four women ever happy for another woman getting something they'd love to have? Tell me that.

A lot of people hoped that I died during my ill health. Some even reached out to the vice-president to consider them to be his deputy because they assumed I was dead.

When you win many titles, the rivals are full of antipathy towards you.

There's always someone who wants to make you look bad.

A lot of people still like Solaris, but I'm in active competition with them, and so I hope they die.

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

Success does not mean happiness: it means an unusual number of industrious enemies.

People always want to knock you when you're up.

What wretched doings come from the ardor of fame; the love of truth alone would never make one man attack another bitterly.

It is a most miserable lot to be without an enemy. [No man can be successful without being envied and hated.]

If anyone conceives, that an object of his love joins itself to another with closer bonds of friendship than he himself has attained to, he will be affected with hatred towards the loved object and with envy towards his rival.

As I took a step toward him your eyes met mine and I saw the silent pleading for forgiveness or acceptance. I wasn't sure which. All I knew was you were Sawyer's now. My best friend was gone. I envied him and hated him for the first time that day. He'd finaly won the one prize I thought was mine.

Do you know the hallmark of the second-rater? It's resentment of another man's achievement.

Writers are always envious, mean-minded, filled with rage and envyat other's good fortune. There is nothing like the failure of a close friend to cheer us up.

If you can't keep up, drag them down to your level.

Many need no other provocation to enmity than that they find themselves excelled.