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.
Envy comes from people's ignorance of, or lack of belief in, their own gifts.
Envy is the art of malice, rather than the love of anything good.
Envy is like a fly that passes all the body's sounder parts, and dwells upon the sores.
Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self-worth. Each of us has something to give that no one else has.
Envy is a declaration of inferiority.
Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self-worth.
Envy is the desire to have what someone else has.
Envy is the ulcer of the soul.
Envy shoots at others and wounds itself.
Envy is a waste of time.
Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it.
Envy is the coward side of hate and all her ways are bleak and desolate.
Envy is ignorance.
The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.
Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.
Envy eats nothing but its own heart.
Envy is the art of counting another's blessings instead of your own.