I have a spasm of envy for the person that was killed by a falling bookcase, as long as it doesn't happen prematurely.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Envy is never general, but always very particular - at least envy of the kind one feels strongly.
Envy is human nature.
Envy is an insult to oneself.
Quite often in life, when a tragic event arrives it becomes a springboard for mirroring all other things in one's life that one hasn't come to terms with.
The comments I most appreciate come from ordinary readers who've happened on one of my books at some time of stress in their lives, and who actually credit the book with helping them through a bad time. It's happened a few times in forty years.
Every time that I think of the crucifixion of Christ, I commit the sin of envy.
Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.
Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye.
Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.
I have never been given to envy - save for the envy I feel toward those people who have the ability to make a marriage work and endure happily.