Honore de Balzac Quotes

How unbearable at times are people who are happy, people for whom everything works out.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

If I can't be happy, nobody can be happy.

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

I don't go for people who lead full and satisfying lives.

I believe that people who don't achieve anything in life are isolated and resent those that are successful.

When you're miserable, you don't want anyone around you to be happy.

People often grudge others what they cannot enjoy themselves.

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

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

You feel like everyone hates you if you've got a good life, now I feel maybe it's allowed because I've had my share of sadness.

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.

Carrying envy makes life more difficult.

It's hard to find someone who is really genuinely happy for you if you are having success and they're not.

Envy and jealousy are incurable diseases.

There are so many people around who are unsuccessful in life. They still bother to pinpoint because they think that if they are not able to do anything, they should humiliate those who are doing something.

Nothing feels worse than other people's good times.

Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.

If you're miserable and someone flies by looking like they have everything in the whole world and it's never going to be you, that's tough to deal with.

Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable.

The heaven of the envied is hell for the envious.

Never having been able to succeed in the world, he took his revenge by speaking ill of it.

Since we cannot match it let us take our revenge by abusing it.